My poor bro has, at the tender age of 26, gone down with Chicken Pox. There's nothing I can do about it, of course - Mum is away on holiday, but his g/f is staying the week, so she's soothing his fevered brow and dabbing on the camomile lotion! Actually, he sounded better on the phone today that he has for the last few: he went down with a fever on Friday, then broke out in the rash last night. So it was off to the doctor's this morning for him. With a bit of luck, taking a few days off uni will sort him out and let it run its course. I hope so, and so does he, cos he has a couple of final projects due, and an exam next week! Still, he was going to call his tutor and see what could be sorted out.
Poor M!

Poor M!
