"There you are! I am headed that way," I told him. "It worried me when I couldn't reach you on the phone."
Dad said he had the flu and didn't have his cellphone turned on.
Well, when I arrived my father was a pitiful mess. He really is very sick. He said he hadn't eaten all day and I asked him if he wanted me to go get him some soup and crackers.
"Roger's Barbecue's Brunswick stew is like soup and you could eat it with some soda crackers," I told him.
He thanked me and said he would pass.
"I don't think I could keep any food down right now," he told me.
What is happening to my father is what happens when you work in a pharmacy. It certainly is a drawback. You are constantly coming in contact with nasty bugs and ailments.
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