Like the sickest I have ever seen him.
And I am a bad nurse.
Really bad.
You know that verse, "Out of the heart, the mouth speaks..."
If there was one about, "How you care for the sick, the heart speaks." I would be in trouble.
I am doing a lot of praying.
I need to change.
My sister is the best nurse, if her husband just has a headache, she stops everything. (Note: Her profession is nursing animals with cancer, I take people's children from them:)
My husband is acting as if he is dying, and I am trying to find a babysitter so I can get out of here. (Don't worry a male one, so he, and David, and Tre can be here while I go out!)
I'm bad.
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