My roommate is sick. I'm pretty sure it's some variety of the flu (not sure which one). I feel so bad for her. I hate being sick. And I hate it even more when I am away from home. She's thousands of miles from home. I can't even imagine that right now. I'm trying to help her the best that I can without getting sick myself. But it's not the same as having your mom take care of you.
I worry. I can't help it. It's just something I do naturally. If she comes home later than normal, I am worried about her. Seeing her sick and miserable is hard. I can't even imagine what it's like to be a mom and have a sick kid. Probably harder than this. But this seems hard enough.
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