Joe was on call last night so I went to bed alone but woke up this morning to the sound of him gargling "Brit...Brit.." while standing in the doorway of our bedroom. Then he ran into the bathroom and managed to puke approximately everything he's eaten since 1997.
He was so sick this morning he didn't even go see his patients and apparently, barely managed to make it home. Bless his heart.
So today I'll be serving soup, cold washcloths and Powerade.
The good news?
He was scheduled for a root canal this morning at 9am. Just to be clear, it has been postponed.
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