Jan 05, 2006 13:21
Chuck's aunt Debbie called me at work today. She works with him. She sounded very concerned and told me that Chuck looks terrible. I cried, again, I told her that I dont know what to do without him getting mad at me. She said that I need to find a way to get him to go home. I asked her to talk to his boss and tell them that I am concerned and want him to leave. They are pretty good at listening to my advice. Two hours later she called me back and told me that he left. So I called him and he said that he was going to go to sleep. I told him to take some NyQuil and go to bed. He said that he was not mad at me earlier. He just had a few people there asking him questions as I was talking to him.