I went to bed Wednesday and while I was in bed watching the local fireworks on TV with Hubby I suddenly felt the chills. It hit me hard & fast. I felt awful. I woke up yesterday with a fever, the chills and all the fun stuff that goes with being sick.
I hate being sick. I thought for a little bit yesterday I was feeling better, I posted here. Then it was back full force.
Hubby was and is great. He made me soup, I got to sleep, & he just cared for me. He also worked from home yesterday & today he is doing the same thing. So I’ll be heading back to a cozy bed after I attempt to eat some dry toast (yum, dry toast my favorite). Since I’m still not up & running yet.
I also talked to my Mom yesterday. She called to see how I was doing, not because she knew I was sick but just to chat. I called her back later in the day. I told her I was sick. When I called her I was remembering how as a little girl she would care for me at times like this. She was the one making me soup, letting me sleep, & caring for me. Now Hubby does those things & well Mom not so much.
If I didn’t realize before I called her back how times have changed, I sure did after. Instead of offering words of comfort, my Mother asks “where you near the guy in your city who had HINI?” I told her “Not to my knowledge.” Her answer “Well good. Cause you know he died. Hopefully you didn’t come into contact with anyone who was around him.”
Um, thanks Mom. I feel so much better now.
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Over from SITS, been cruising your posts…the Mom Jeans, hysterical!!!
ha! nothing like the comforting words of a mother…too funny! feel better, have fun eating your dry toast!