Poor Wm

Poor Wm is still sick. He said he started to feel better yesterday (and even now claims he "feels OK"), but he is a big, fat, hairy liar. Things have started to ooze out of his eye and, look away sensitive folks, green slime is coming out of various orifices on his face (namely, his nose and eyes). His cough is nasty and he sounds awful.  He is very sad both about missing another day of summer clubhouse and having to go to the doctor.  He keeps insisting that he is "healthy" and well enough to go to clubhouse and skip the doctor.  This is his face when I told him that's not happening:

Poor Pathetic Pete - sick and annoyed

Steve is a real pill about taking any time off work and this isn't the best for me (new student orientation is going on), so he and I are tag-teaming Wm care. I'm home with him from morning until 11am, then I go in and do Orientation while Steve comes home to be with him from 11-1:30, then I come back home and stay with him the rest of the day. So at least neither of us has to look at that sad little face all day.