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.
Hugs to both of you.
ReplyDeleteSending good wishes to you both from the u.k.
ReplyDeleteI hope Andre feels better very very soon.