Poor Hubby

My husband's sick. :(

Poor guy.

He's got a fever of 101.2 at the last check, his throat's killing him, and he's so stuffy that he's killed three boxes of tissues.

I've finally wrestled him into bed, forced honeyed tea down his throat and deposited many water bottles on his bedside table.

I've made him lunch (top ramen, feels great when you're sick and thank god mom sent me four!) and made him take half a dose of ibuprofen.

He's got a cold damp washcloth on his forehead and he's comfortable with the covers he has but I have more standing by in case he goes cold again.

Tonight is pancake night, and I get to make apple pancakes all by myself. (Ray and Candice are still coming down, and the Father in Law still hasn't fucking left.)

I'm worried about Bobby, but I know that that stems from the one time he got really sick before, it turned into pneumonia. That was before we were dating, but it's still hard to hear him cough like that. :(