My husband came home for the weekend with the flu. He had no appetite, cold and hot flashes, no energy and a bad cough. He slept on the couch all weekend so that I wouldn’t get sick, too. I don’t think it worked.
I tried to nurse him back to health in the short time that we had. No matter what I fixed for him to eat, he just couldn’t enjoy the food. The chicken soup was tasteless, the pot roast and vegetables tasted good but upset his stomach, and the Easter brunch I fixed this morning didn’t sit well on his stomach either.
I had to accept that no matter what I did, I could not make Willie feel better, I just couldn’t “fix” him. I really wanted to make him feel better, …
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