You would think that would be such a wonderful thing to do on a rainy day in Arizona. Not if you have the flu. I went to bed on Friday night not feeling well, thinking I was just getting a cold. NOT!
I woke up during the night to chills and a terrible head ache. I was going to die! I am not one to get sick, but I sure was.
My husband confused by my behavior came to check on me twice that I knew of. Once to ask if I was going to stay in bed all day. The second time when I told him I was thirsty (probably the high fever). He brought me a small (I mean small) glass of 7-Up with more ice then 7-UP. He was also determined that I eat. He brought me in some soup. It was not chicken noodle; it was a spicy southwestern bean soup. The smell almost made me barf. Being a good wife I sipped a little. Nothing is worse on an empty sick stomach then something spicy. He tried.
During my delirium I had thoughts of Dinky Babies, new cloth doll patterns I wanted to make and design. They were spectacular! I was so impressed with my dreams and ideas. Alas, I woke up this morning able to move, with just a headache and shaky hands. I made it to the kitchen to make some coffee. What did I find? A sink full of dirty dishes and a trash can over flowing. I politely asked him if he knew how to use the dishwasher? He said he did but was not sure about this one. (They are all so different you know. ) I opened the dishwasher and put the dirty dishes in, bagged up the over flowing trash and made my coffee. He asked what we were having for breakfast. I turned my pale face towards him and said, “you are on your own”.
I tried to remember my new cloth doll pattern designs, but they must be locked away only to return the next time I am ready to die.
I woke up during the night to chills and a terrible head ache. I was going to die! I am not one to get sick, but I sure was.
My husband confused by my behavior came to check on me twice that I knew of. Once to ask if I was going to stay in bed all day. The second time when I told him I was thirsty (probably the high fever). He brought me a small (I mean small) glass of 7-Up with more ice then 7-UP. He was also determined that I eat. He brought me in some soup. It was not chicken noodle; it was a spicy southwestern bean soup. The smell almost made me barf. Being a good wife I sipped a little. Nothing is worse on an empty sick stomach then something spicy. He tried.
During my delirium I had thoughts of Dinky Babies, new cloth doll patterns I wanted to make and design. They were spectacular! I was so impressed with my dreams and ideas. Alas, I woke up this morning able to move, with just a headache and shaky hands. I made it to the kitchen to make some coffee. What did I find? A sink full of dirty dishes and a trash can over flowing. I politely asked him if he knew how to use the dishwasher? He said he did but was not sure about this one. (They are all so different you know. ) I opened the dishwasher and put the dirty dishes in, bagged up the over flowing trash and made my coffee. He asked what we were having for breakfast. I turned my pale face towards him and said, “you are on your own”.
I tried to remember my new cloth doll pattern designs, but they must be locked away only to return the next time I am ready to die.
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Oh that is just so sad! MEN!!!! Thank goodness we get to go out tomorrow night!
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