Migraine gone horribly wrong!

I think it would have been really cool to be born a male. Don't get me wrong, I love being a woman and all the amazing things that go along with it, but, when does the woman get taken care of? Does ANY woman EVER get taken care of in the same way SHE cares for everyone/everything else? For instance, as I laid on the bathroom floor last night at midnight puking my brains out, does anyone check on me? NO! And, maybe I'm a little sensitive b/c I never had a mom to do those things for me as a child, hence, I have been taking care of someone/something from eight years old, and let me tell you, it gets old. If ANYONE in this family were up puking at midnight, it would not have gone unnoticed. Constantly, I clean up someone else's puke, messes, clothes, junk, etc. Guess who cleans up my puke? ME! And, as I thought of calling Ron to help me go get a cracker so I could thwart off the puking (I couldn't even make it to the cupboard I was so ill), I decided against it. I do that a lot, don't ask for help. I feel like I'm expected to do it all. Ron has said before he thinks I'm too "strong of a person" to be taken care of. What the hell? So, I guess I'm condemned to a life of taking care of others and I better get used to it, b/c it's not changing any time soon. I look forward to the nursing home!!!!!
P.S. A word of advice: If you're going to vomit, salad is your worst option as a meal beforehand. Damn, and I really loved Bob Evan's country spinach salad.