I'm usually pretty stoic about accidents and illnesses. I'm such an immune-challenged klutz that I really have to be. But this has gotten me. I am a very sick rabbit. Last night I got home from work around 5:30. I left "early" because I was literally falling over, and a propped-up florist is only so productive. I came in my door and laid down on my bed in my coat and shoes to catch my breath. I woke up five hours later, hungry, confused, and still exhausted. I ate some grapes (how convalescent of me!) took some pills and syrup, took off my coat and boots and crawled back into bed. I am a big howling baby about this one. I think it's cause this bug makes you so weak and mewling and kitten-like. The bone cracking cough-til-you-hurl fits are unpleasant in themselves but I could deal with that. It's just that each of them is like an Olympic workout and I'm totally not in that good shape, so after each very challenging event I need to lie down and whimper. Then there's the fact that between the drugs and the cough/gagging, food is nearly unmentionable and way too much work anyway so I am lucky to average a meal a day. On thanksgiving, the ladies of our meeting saved a plate for me and that was lovely. Yesterday I found some very terrible (long-canned, industrial/institutional, served up in a Styrofoam bowl at the diner) chicken soup, but it did the job so I'll go back for more today. Other than that I can only manage random fruit, if I can drag my germy butt to the kitchen and muster the will to pick it up. (The fruit, not the kitchen.) Then again, lying around and moaning only takes so many calories so it is probably just as well.
Anyway, all I want to do is lay facedown in my pillows and whine, which is kind of what I'm doing at the moment, though my pillows are under my elbow and my whining is virtual.
I'm also creeping about my room "packing" after a fashion, which at this point is mostly arguing myself into throwing out a thousand scraps of this or that which I want to keep for "a project." I finally threw away two trash bags of stuff (the garbage juice of yore that plagued me when I wrestled with our giant barrels is now garbage ice) and put on another load of laundry. Every time I do a wash I pack half the clothes, and only keep out things I think I will want in the next two weeks. It is very liberating. Frustrating busy new roommates have not replied to my query about a good time to start moving in next Sat, key accessibility, and (!) street address (Don't laugh. It happens.) and I am frankly too tired to chase them very much. BUT HOLY EXCREMENT I AM MOVING IN EXACTLY A WEEK. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
And I have to go be a propped-up florist again in two hours. I hope I give all the roses cholera or something.
And I have to get better fast, because super exciting visit from friend is like ten days away!
3 comments:
Well, Darlin', you know what they say:
"If you treat a cold, it'll be gone in 7 days..........if you just let it alone, it'll be gone in a week.
In the meanwhile, boil a chicken..drink the broth,save the meat for a cassarole and the fat for gravy. Sleep as much as your heart desires (circumstances permitting), pound water and don't sweat the small stuff. As for everyone else.........scroom if they can't take a joke.
Jumbled in amongst the pathetic pleadings of an old and unreconstructed heathen for his own deliverance are prayers for you. Perhaps the Almighty will give you a break just to soften the edges of the booming "not yet" I seem to be getting in answer.
Be well.......be kind to yourself.
I know it is silly to say, under the circumstances, but do try not to push thyself when sick...
=(
prayers for thee
lor
Oh sweet jebus. Can I bring you some soup later? I froze some stock from the chicken soup I made last week, and I could add some peas and little pasta bits or make an avgolemono soup with orzo if that suits your fancy.
Sol
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