image credit: Bing images...with a few artistic edits by me
This time it has struck Mr. Invincible...he who does not get sick. Poor baby. He has been away for over a week, and arrived home last night feeling like he was coming down with something.
I'm not a very good nurse, but I am trying to be kind.
I force fed him Advil for his headache and Oscillococcinum to "reduce the duration and severity of flu symptoms."
I'm pushing him to drink fluids.
I served him soup and a grilled cheese sandwich for supper.
And I've banished him to bed.
Because I think he needs the rest? Well, um, sort of. Because I don't want the constant exposure in case it's a different strain than I had recently? Well, yes, partly.
But mostly because I can't look at him wearing those flannel pajamas, terry robe, and slippers, all topped off by his knit Texas Rangers stocking cap with the gigantic pom pom on top without laughing my head off!