all dressed up in dreams

made a crack about my imaginary brain tumor of last thursday at dinner tonight and this is boy's response:

boy: you know my best friend in first grade had a brain tumor.
me: really??
boy: yeah, he started getting dizzy and running into door frames and stuff.
me: i do that already.
boy: then he started getting migraines so they went to see a neurologist.
me: greeeat. i had a migraine on saturday and one yesterday.
boy: i wish you had told me that.
me: unable to respond.
boy: he just went around with a bald head for a while. and a chunk taken out of his head.
...
me: charles asked if i were pregnant. i told him there was no physical way considering i was purging my uterus at that exact moment.
boy: that's exactly what philip said. "dude, she's pregnant."


neither of these options are acceptable.
i am not a fan of my body.