I know it's hard, darling. But millions deal without me on a daily basis. Perhaps you should form a support group?
Oh, you're making me blush! Or it might be this paper thin gown that is the only thing between me and the world, who knows...Love you, too, darling. You as in you, Greg, and not the gown. I know it can be confusing at times, I do talk to inanimate objects, even when I'm not concussed. Concussed? Knocked about in the head. Ha, he says, knowing the irony of that statement, as when is he not knocked about in the head?
Bet you miss when I couldn't type now, don't you, dear?
I did it for you. Oooh, there's another line from the little roleplay we'll have! I wouldn't mind that sort of medicine, Dr.House!