OK, so I am in my third week of work. My DH is so sick he, after trying to attempt the shower, at 7:00am couldn't quite do it. That worries me because he is NEVER sick. This is the first time I saw him call in sick to work. I, of course, have to go to work..new job, and all. I called to check in at 3:30pm (first chance I had) Asked him what I could bring home. He said won ton soup..and some cold medicine. He was feeling so bad, when would I be home?
The dogs were mental. I said as soon as I could. I got his medication for the cold/flu...got his soup.I stopped home for a moment, called in his RX for regular RX..which I had no idea he was out of....got the Rx..took the dogs to the dog park. He has a mental fever. I have no thermometer. I called my ex-hubby's wife (the have many kids...I knew they would have a theorem...) they did...and were kind enough to loan it to me. I can't work the damn thing, hubby is burning up. I gotta work another long day tomorrow.
A bit of a rough day.
I will say this......I love what I do, and I am so happy to have a job.....No matter how long the night...I will be so ready to go in the am!
I think that is all I have to say about that.
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