Isnt it ironic?

when i think of ironic moments in my life there are one or two situations that really stick out in my mind. the main one is the day me and my older brother tim got our wisdom teeth taken out, i was terrified and so i did everything that was asked of me by the doctor before i left for the surgery to make sure that all went well. tim being tim, didnt have a care in the world and just wanted to get it over with so he could go back to work! both of our surgerys went well but when the ansthtetic wore off and i woke up i vomited 3 times and had to get even more i.v's (i absolutely hate needles by the way) while tim sat bored in the waiting room. we finally got to go home and slept alot, me being a good patient woke up every 4 hours to salt-wash my mouth out, put new swabs in, take t3's etc etc...while tim slept through the whole thing. the next day tim was eating chicken wings and pizza and was more or less healed while i had to go to the hospital 3 times because my mouth became infected. i was on a liquid diet for the next two weeks and tim didnt refrain from rubbing it in my face...isnt it ironic?