Ugh...

I'm sick. It's finally caught up with me. I've been so fortunate, the cold/flu/pneumonia bug hasn't bitten me up until now. I guess that's because it was waiting to bite me really hard in the ass. I felt so bad about calling in at work this morning, but as sick as I am, I don't want to run the risk of infecting my patients. I took a nice hot shower, checked my medicine cabinet to see what antibiotics I had on hand, and took a t-spoon full of moonshine. The moonshine was to break up the tightness in my chest, no I wasn't trying to get a nice buzz to forget how miserable I feel- Although, that's a thought. I had just settled into my nice comfy bed when the phone rang. I rolled over in search of my cordless phone. It was Bobby. He was on he was back from Carmel Ridge, and was concerned when they told him I was home sick.

I tried telling him I would be fine, but he's as stubborn as I am. He told me he's coming over after work and bringing me dinner. I tried telling him that was ok, I appreciated the offer, but he really didn't have to do that. He wasn't taking no for an answer. I could tell by the tone of his voice, he was worried. It's 1:30, and he's called me three times. Other than my mother, I've never had anyone check on me that much. He's such a good person. I'm so thankful to have him in my life. I'm going to try to take a nap and get some rest before Bobby stops by. I'm going to look like death warmed over regardless, but I'd like to at least look slightly rested. Today, he'll see "Chloe' Gardner, Uncensored, Sans Make-up". Do you suppose he'll ever want to take me out again? We'll soon find out!