Yuck

Richard has the flu, as I think I said. He has been lying in bed groaning, walking around half awake, puking up everything that he tries to eat and drink. And I am getting afraid that he is going to get dehydrated. I want to take him to the emergency room, even though I know very well what that means--hours of sitting in a waiting room, probably to be told there is nothing they can do and to go home and wait it out. He won't let me help or feel useful. I hope he gets better soon. I bought him stuff for the BRAT diet, but so far he hasn't eaten anything. He also asked for some yogurt with active cutlure, and I bought him a flavor of the stuff that sounded good to me--blackberry pomegranite. I hope he gets to eat some tomorrow and can keep it down. SOmeone ate bacon earlier today because I found the frying pan full of congealed grease. I hope it wasn't him, but I suspect it was.