NOW, THAT WAS INTERESTING

I am guessing that I am one of those who gets a years worth of uglies dumped on them at one time so the rest of the year can be clean, green and fancy free. I can live with that, I think.

It's been a rough couple of months with just enough laughs to keep my sanity. First the Shingles came to call and stayed a month-- then (this I didn't share with you) I had a week of icepick headaches, another product of the shingles virus—such fun and real attention getters-- then the cold from Hell struck.

Right now after surviving these, I am too weak to lick a stamp. Any disease lurking out there could have its way with me but hopefully I am too repulsive to attack. Even diseases have standards.

I think it is finally all over (the forever optimist), The cold from Hell has been reduced to a doable cough, no headaches and no new pains. Hopefully there are no new surprises in store  for me.

I didn't mean to be gone so long, I just have not had a single creative juice anywhere in my body. I have been content to stare vacantly at nothing as I awaited my next pill or treatment. I did not want to write, nor did I want to read. Staring glassy and burny eyed became my choice.

So sorry I did not come around to visit. I hope I didn't miss some masterpiece posts from you all. I wouldn't have had the brain power to appreciate them if you had. Simple math was beyond me so comprehension wasn't even on the table.

I am my only caregiver by choice. I had three offers for chicken soup and errand running but I could not live with myself if I infected a well meaning human by letting them step inside this petri dish of germs I call home. Also as a patient I am Garboesque. “I vant to be alone.”  I really have mastered cranky.

My pets desperately wanted to give comfort and I just wanted to be left to my miseries. Soft little paws touching my cheek or a constant piling on of bodies was not welcome. A snarled “Leave-me-alone.” was only rarely followed by “Please,” as I banished my pets to the far corners. My gravely, throaty new voice had them confused.

Mighty shared my bed but was smart to take up a small footprint. I hardly knew he was there. That is until the night the grass he had eaten during the day needed room to expand in the wee hours. Rooolf, heave, Gurgle, heave, Urrrgh, heave, heave.

These unmistakable movements and sounds uttered by either a child or pet, can usually bring you instantly wide awake and mobile. If they are in bed with you there is added terror and need for speed. These are the fore warnings that barf is imminent. The pending sick creature desperately needs moved to an easily cleaned surface. Seconds count.

Some how I was not moved or impressed by Mighty's distress. I was sick enough that I just told Mighty in little more than a growl, to aim for his blanket and to try to miss the bed spread. I went right back to sleep. Tomorrow was another day Scarlett. That is when you know you are sick. Barf doesn't move you, scare you nor alarm you. Let er rip.

Well God bless the little fellow, he tried and was able to lean far enough over the edge of the bed to miss all cloth and just decorate the carpet-less floor. What a guy!! He got lots of praise the next day.

The good news is that I am a ton better.

The Pheonix has risen.

I still have a slight lingering cough but nothing I can't work around. I just came back from grocery shopping and was amazed at how many poor souls were in my old boat. I saw lots of vacant eyes, open mouths sucking air, slack facial muscles, raw red noses and flushed cheeks.

Periodically, aisles throughout the store would explode with the sound of wracking coughs. Sounded like I'm sure a medieval peasant hospital would have. God bless the healthy in that store.  There chances of staying that way are slim.  

Some of you have been going down this same path and those of you that have continued to post have my complete admiration and wonder. You are much stouter and tougher than I will ever be.

FYI.  Those of you who haven't been struck down, please stay away from anyone sniffling, sneezing, wheezing and coughing.  If your only option is a sick store clerk, you don't need what ever it was that you were thinking of buying. It just isn't worth it. Stay well.  

Thank you for all your kind comments and thoughts while I was feeling sorry for myself. Your positive expressions really did help and brought comfort. Believe me, written chicken soup is just as nourishing as the edible kind.  Thank you for the thoughts then and thank you for listening today.