My cold started a few weeks ago. I am well now, except for in the morning when I blow, hack, sneeze and cough.
Daughter is well except for a hacky cough.
But now, alas, dear Husband has a bad cold.
The end is near.
His throat hurts, his nose runs, he sneezes and coughs. He talks like a bullfrog.
He has taken to his bed, with the window blinds drawn, no less.
Perhaps I should call an ambulance?
Nah.
I just have to remember that I am woman. Daughter is woman.
Husband is sick.
Need I say more?
I thought not.
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