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A few weeks ago Rick was sick…mostly congested and snotty.  He also had a cough.  So one day while speaking to him over the phone and listening to his “sick” voice I stated, “You need an expectorant so you can get that gunk out.”  He asked what I was talking about.  I said, “An expectorant is a type of medicine, read the bottle of whatever you buy and buy one that says it has an expectorant in it.”
 

That night after we both got home from home I asked him if I could see the medicine that he was taking.  He pulled a bunch of ripped up little packages out of his lunch box.  He had been buying them at a 7-11 place and taking them once a day.  However, he was taking something with expectorant…just not enough doses in a day.  I asked when he last took some and he said “this morning at 8 a.m.” to which I said, “you need to take it more than once a day!”

A few hours went by and then he said, “Honey can you go to the store and buy me some more medicine? …oh and make sure you get the stuff with extract in it.”

You don’t know how bad I wanted to say, “Extract?…do you want vanilla or another flavor?” 
 

Instead I am writing about it.