So Jake ended up having to take a trip to the ER last night. It seems that Friday's move was a little too much for him. After carrying HUGE boxes of books and such around the corner to my car he started coughing. By the time all of his things were tucked away and we were driving home he was coughing pretty hard. REALLY hard. I kept wanting to stop for some water, but my ever stubborn boyfriend nixed the idea. We got home and he still managed to move a lot of the things into the house. No matter what he did the cough didn't get better. On Monday they sent him home from work. By 3pm he was in serious pain and I told him to get over to the ER at my work. I called a doctor who left his name at the front desk. He literally walked in and was escorted to a room. One of the perks of working in a hospital setting. I had to wait until I was done at work to see him, which worked out pretty well. The doctor had just given him the diagnosis (asthmatic Bronchitis) and went to do the sign out.

Last night was pretty rough for the both of us. Jake coughed all night long, which kept me awake. He suggested he go sleep on the couch, which I nixed. I'd rather be woken up and make sure he's okay than worry and not sleep. Needless to say I am less than stellar today at work. :p

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