Poor hubs. He came home on Tuesday night shaking, cold, and really weak. He had a pretty high fever so I gave him some medicine and he fell right asleep.
And, as I am so knowledgeable and all-knowing in the medical field, I have diagnosed him with, ladies and gents,... (drum roll please)
The flu.
Poor guy. At least he has his awesome video games that I got him for Christmas to keep him occupied, right?? Call of Duty and a game called Assassin's Creed? I also made a ton of chicken noodle soup, stocked him up on medicine, and made sure he was showering. I think I should win the Wife-of-the-Year award. Don't you?
Well he sleeps a lot and barely eats anything, even though I got him everything at the store he requested: apple sauce, chocolate snack packs, gatorade, stuff for homemade chicken noodle soup, sprite, and crackers. I also picked up gold fish - his most favorite snack ever. However, he did manage to snarf that whole bag in the first day... Hmmm...Sounds a little fishy to me...
The best part of him being sick, though was the first night. When he got home on Tuesday night he was whimpering in pain and laying on the couch because his back was achey and hurt really bad. (Ok that part was actually really sad) Then he looked at me and said
"If this is what periods are like, I'm so sorry!"
I couldn't help laughing really really hard. Poor hubs.
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