Tag Cloud
1950s television Alsace animal behavior Asbestoses Bakewell Tart baking banana coconut upside down cake bananas Barefoot Contessa beach beans beauty beer can chicken Ben E King blueberry Book Review Boom De Ya Da Bradenton Florida cabbage cake canine lung worm carrot salad casserole cassoulet Celebrity Constellation Celebrity cruiseline cheese chicken chicken and dumplings chicken fricasse'e Chicken Salad chicken thighs chihuahua chocolate christmas pudding coconut commercialization of Christmas Condor Ferries contrived ignorance cooking video Cornwall COSTCO cottage pie couscous Cream of Tortilla Soup Cream Recipes cream teas crockpot croutons cruise ship menu cultural awareness current event Curry Dauphinoise Potatoes decorating desserts Dick and Jane Ding Dong School Dinner Discovery Channel diversity dog psychology dogs Easy Recipes eggs enamel coated cast iron English Cooking English trains Enzos on the Lake Epcot extrovert Fall Food Fast Easy Fresh Fennel Recipes fish florida food preparation France Frances Horwich French cooking fresh green beans Fresh Market fresh pasta fresh vegetables fruit tart gardening genital euphenisms George Pullman grandchildren greek yogurt grilling ground lamb ground beef guardian ad litem ham hocks Handicaps Havanese healthy food home decorating how to clean leeks I Have a Dream Ina Garten Indian food introvert Italian Cooking Italian Food IVIG Kix Cereal lamb lamb curry lamb palak lamb shahi khorma lamb shanks Lasagna leek and potato soup Leeks leftovers literacy love song low-carb main course Mallomars Marissa Tomei marriage Martha Stewart Martin Luther King Mary Oliver Meat Recipes meatloaf mental illness Michael Portillo Mickey Rourke Miss Frances modern omelet monkey bread Moroccan muffins Mushroom Recipes Mushrooms Nelsonian knowledge New England Style Cooking Nixon NY Times Obama one dish meal onion tart onions oscar nominated pack dominance pack leadership pakora parenting Parmesan Recipes pasta pate brisee Paula Deen peach cake Peeps peppermint bark photo photography photos pina colada monkey bread pineapple poached poem polish cooking politics poverty pullman dining car raspberries recipe recipes refrigerated rolls riding the rails roast chicken Rush Libaugh RV lifestyle salad Sally Field salmon Samsung Appriances Sand Hill Crane Sand Sculpture Sausage Recipes sausages Schizophrenia school children hear Obama speak self-perception shepherd's pie Siesta Key Florida snails souffle soup South Florida spaghetti squash Spinach St. Malo Stand By Me Whistle Blower summer meal sweet bread Taffy Tandoori cooking Technology Ted talks The Help theme park This Was the Week That Was Tin Can Tourist Tom Gross transatlantic cruise travel trailer tropical plants UK UK Guardian article urban blight Valentine's Day vegetables vegetaria video VIMEO viseo welsh terrier white blood cell count wild salmon Willful Blindness Willful Ignorance wood look porcelain tile World Showcase Youtube Youtube video zucchini Zuni Cafe Roast Chicken

« It's Not Over 'Til the Fat Chicken Sings | So If I Can't Have the Chickens... »

A Week of the Sick...and Then Some

Last Saturday we drove to Orlando to spend the weekend with all of our grandchildren. My daughter's boys slept over at my son's house all weekend and we had a great time. We drove home Sunday evening. I awoke at 3 AM feeling as if I had swallowed razor blades. Then came the chills with chattering teeth Monday. I changed into my fleece sock monkey pajamas and the diabetic thick socks I purloined from my father's laundry. I stayed in bed covered with my down filled duvet, the down filled duvet from the king bed spare room, a down blanket, a fleece robe and the dogs' fleece blankie. I now had a headache that felt like a vise around my temples. I was sneezing a lot. I took two Nyquil capsules and passed out. This was about 10AM. I awoke in the dark feeling as if I were on fire and someone had thrown water all over me. My clothes were wet and three dogs were laying on me, one on my chest, two on my legs and they were all panting at me. I tried to sit up and could not. I began cursing and screaming and thrashing my legs trying to dislodge the dogs who just dug in deeper like three fur ball rock climbers clinging to the face of Mount Blanc. I was burning up! Finally little Poncho lost his grip, I kicked one leg out of the covers and dislodged the other two and started trying to rid myself of all the layers of covers weighing me down. I started stripping. My skin was cold and clammy. My stomach began heaving and I spotted the big white plastic vomit bowl on the night table . Wearing nothing at this point but my father's socks I began retching. This went on for a while. John showed up saying he heard me and informed me it was 5AM the following day. He helped me shower, don new pajamas, srtip the sweaty sheets and put on fresh ones and try to feed me some oatmeal. I could not swallow and just spewed the oatmeal all over the table. I made John get rid of all the extra covers I was so damn hot. I took more Nyquil as well as Delsym for the cough. No food or drink = no vomit. The same cannot be said for the new symptom to appear diarrheah.

I stayed firmly in bed except for another shower on Weds. and one on Friday. By Saturday morning I had lost 7 lbs. as all I ever could sip down was water. I did not eat until yesterday (Saturday) at two o'clock when I demanded that John go to Applebee's and bring back a Bourbon Black and Bleu Burger with a side of onion rings. I ate half the burger and half the rings.  I accomplished this by taking teeny bites,chewing very thoroughly and washing it down with warm sweet tea. It was manna from heaven even if John did declare me crazy.  I was feeling a lot better. I double dosed on Delsym, took 3 Nyquil capsules and went back to bed at 5PM to watch television. The next thing I knew it was 7:30 this morning, the sun was shining, the birds were singing and I felt terrific. I was cured! I found the dogs in bed with John, plastered all over him. I joyously shook him to tell him that his very own personal Lazarus (Moi) had arisen and I was well and whole again. He snarled and said, "Go away! I'm sick. I started coughing, sore throat, headache. It's your fault." I offered him my left over burger and onion rings which he rudely refused. I made him tea instead. He never drank it. He's been in bed all day. He's even missing watching Tiger winning at Sawgrass.

Now that I'm pretty sure I'm going to live, I want to grow up to be this woman.  Make sure you watch until the very end. 




Reader Comments

There are no comments for this journal entry. To create a new comment, use the form below.

PostPost a New Comment

Enter your information below to add a new comment.
Author Email (optional):
Author URL (optional):
Some HTML allowed: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <code> <em> <i> <strike> <strong>