A Little Better...

Bobby's sounding a little better today, now whether or not he's actually feeling that way? That's a different story. I'm sure he'd never tell me if he was still feeling as miserable as he was yesterday. Since I had the day off, I fixed him a nice pot of homemade soup. He rarely cooks for himself, and God knows nothing tastes better than soup when you're sick. I also have a jar of Vicks, vapor rub that is, that he's going to use regardless of how bad he hates the smell. His chest sounds horrible, and he's got to do something to open up his bronchial tubes. I don't relish the thoughts of him ending up in the hospital because he didn't take care of himself. That's why I'm taking matters into my own hands. Having a nurse for a friend can be a blessing, then again, some of my friends find it to be a curse! Ha! I'm heading over to Bobby's, we'll soon find out which I am to him.