Sam's going home in 3 days and I can't believe that he's this ill. I want him to be better, damnit. Mum and Dad think that this virus he's got came from the pool. Maybe that's true, but I'm not ill. Or at least hoping not to be. I've been taking orange flavored Zicam tablets, drinking ginger tea, drinking fluids and water and bleaching/rubbing alcoholing everything he touches. I don't need to be sick at all. I don't. Because for me it would hospitalize me due to my asthma.
I know Sam doesn't want to go to the doctor's, but I'm a bit sick of him going "S'fine! S'fine! S'fine! No worries!" all the time. I wonder if it's because he's reluctant to explain about his illnessess? If he just hates the doctor? I don't know. I want him to go so he can stop dying and start feeling better! If I was him I'd be desperate to pour whatever I can get down my throat-gallons of ginger tea if I had to, or garlic tea, or lemon and honey. Currently he's swilling salt water, which is something, but it's not going to help as much as I hope.
*sigh*
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