Soup, Pneumonia, and Soup.
My husband has pneumonia.
Last year, after he'd got his students through the AP exams with the kind of jitters I recall from my own A-levels, he got bronchitis.
A doctor told his this morning, somewhat tartly, that pneumonia is what you get when you don't go take your bronchitis to the doctor. He's been 'meaning to go' all week. This morning, he went because I called the surgery and handed him the phone while someone was speaking.
"This is why married men live longer than single men." I was smug. I'd earned it. "I am extending your life right now."
I also made him a big sour hot udon bowl. And I've had carrot and ginger soup in the crock pot all day with the rather elderly end of a 5lb bag 'baby carrots' from last week. (It came out lovely).
So, there's a lot of soup. Soup will save us all.
Tomorrow is American Mother's Day. He has to wear a mask so he doesn't infect us all, and he looks like a murderer/kindly surgeon. This is going to be interesting.
Last year, after he'd got his students through the AP exams with the kind of jitters I recall from my own A-levels, he got bronchitis.
A doctor told his this morning, somewhat tartly, that pneumonia is what you get when you don't go take your bronchitis to the doctor. He's been 'meaning to go' all week. This morning, he went because I called the surgery and handed him the phone while someone was speaking.
"This is why married men live longer than single men." I was smug. I'd earned it. "I am extending your life right now."
I also made him a big sour hot udon bowl. And I've had carrot and ginger soup in the crock pot all day with the rather elderly end of a 5lb bag 'baby carrots' from last week. (It came out lovely).
So, there's a lot of soup. Soup will save us all.
Tomorrow is American Mother's Day. He has to wear a mask so he doesn't infect us all, and he looks like a murderer/kindly surgeon. This is going to be interesting.
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