Sick, sicker, sickest

Seems as if I returned home just in time to play Florence Nightingale. Everyone here, except me, is sick. Nasty stuff this virus.

My husband has been home sick since Wednesday. When he stays in bed this many days, he's really sick. Not a very good patient either. Of course, he is a man. Never met one yet who was a good patient.

Hope my grandfather was right. He used to say: "Doctor a cold, and it will go away in a week. Do nothing, and it will last seven days." I can't remember when I was old enough to understand the droll humor in that. Makes me smile even today.

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