Brandon
I have the sweetest boyfrind ever. Yesterday morning, I woke up to a killer of a migraine. Tingling fingers, sensitivity to light and sound, forgetting words (like "sun" and "cancelled"), nauseous hell-on-earth migraine.
My sweet boyfriend calls my instructor to cancel my test, gets me a glass of water and some pain-killers and a cold compress, tapes a blanket to the window to block out the sun, and gives me a back rub. He was going to call in sick to work, but I made him go, so he calls up our mutual friend Crystal to come and check in on me.
I'm feeling much better now, but seriously, how could one ask for a sweeter honey?
My sweet boyfriend calls my instructor to cancel my test, gets me a glass of water and some pain-killers and a cold compress, tapes a blanket to the window to block out the sun, and gives me a back rub. He was going to call in sick to work, but I made him go, so he calls up our mutual friend Crystal to come and check in on me.
I'm feeling much better now, but seriously, how could one ask for a sweeter honey?