It's Thursday night which means tomorrow I get to go home. Home to my Andre.
He had a rough day today, not even 5 min of feeling "adequate" as we call it. Fever hasn't made its appearance yet but its ugly cousins, nausea and vomiting, did. I wish I was there with him because I know it comforts him when I lightly rub his back. Tomorrow, I get to do it. Tomorrow, I get to take care of my honey. Tomorrow, I'll be home.
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Hugs to both of you.
Sending good wishes to you both from the u.k.
I hope Andre feels better very very soon.
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