bethk wrote:Turns out Dane had half the quart of chicken soup for his lunch....other half for his supper.
And, yes, Jimmy ~ two pieces of charcoal toast along side. ((no Vick's, however....))
When he's not feeling well he prefers to just fix what he wants when he wants it ~ no assistance from me or anyone. I don't even talk to him, he just wants to be left alone.
I did get the last quart of chicken soup out of the freezer to thaw for tomorrow for him. It's the one thing I know he'll want to eat and I feel good that I have it at the ready just in case.
I am the same way when I am feeling sick.
Tina yells..."Go to the Doctor!"...."There are people that would be thankful to be able to go to a Doctor and pay nothing!"
I then say, Good, then "you can tell them I go to myself; because I am the first doctor with common sense!" ... "Why would I submit myself to worse germs that breed in DR's offices?"