Saturday night I woke up several times with an eye that was stuck shut. Fortunately I have some pink eye medicine from before, so I’ve been dousing my eye and doing some hot compresses.
Lloyd woke up and said he didn’t feel so well in the tummy area. It asked if he was going to barf or do the hard-to-spell thing. “It could go either way,” he responded. He parked himself on the big chair with a barf bag close at hand and pretty much slept the day away. I made some restorative soup but he’s having none of it.
Not our best day.
Deborah says
So sorry. That’s no fun. Are you feeling better?
Kristi says
Well, shoot. That’s miserable. Hope today brings better health for both of you.
Mo says
Get well soon!
Brad says
Summer sick is awful. I hope you’re both better soon!