It is so warm here.
Blooming things make everything look beautiful, don't they?
I am being extra good.
Tea, vitamins & medicine.
Sweet succulent oranges...
I could eat bowls and bowls of sweet oranges, you?
Missing Mammie most when I am not 100%.
Lovee asks, what does she do, that I can't do for you?
(Umm helooo? Is he insane?)
Well for one, she would bring me Tang with a straw.
Mister Lovee says, Tang is not orange juice.
(he is a health nut - who loves sweets)
And I say, yes, but I like Tang when I am sick.
(never mind that I have not had it in 20 years)
Then I say, and she would bring me little crackers with perfectly cut pieces of yellow cheese.
And 7-up with a straw.
(never mind that I don't really love cheese)
She would make me soup, and toast, and and and...
(even though I have had soup and toast)
I say this through a congested nose, a barely audible voice, and lots of soppy wet tears.
But mostly tears because my head is stuffed up like a water balloon.
Then Mister Lovee says, well, Mazel Tov to you.
(in his most hilarious tone)
Then he asks.......
Do you want some salsa and corn chips?
Me - quizzical look on face.
I say, no, no thanks.
Wondering to myself if chips and salsa are supposed to make you feel better?
Wondering if there is something I simply don't know?
But in all honesty, Mister Lovee has been grand, delivering water and tea and medicine and boxes of kleenex. We just had to keep him at a distance so he wouldn't catch anything as well.
When I got a little flutter of feeling better, I conjured up my Mom, and made a tray of goodies like she would, just for me.
For pretend, but still for reals.
(Mister Lovee hates it when I say "for reals" - I don't say it that often)
I called her and told her that I made myself a Mombie tray.
And by golly.
It fixed me up.
I am sure of it!
Large poppies included.
And some other garden treats.
If that doesn't fix you up -
Call Lovee, he'll bring you chips and salsa, or anything you want.
As he says :)
There are Tinkerbell flowers everywhere in the garden.
And, lots of lavender.
Oh, it feels good to breathe!
I had not been sick with a flu/cold in 5 or so years.
I was so proud of that.
But, this time....
It kicked my tooshie.
And I had certainly, never had the flu.
I thought that I had the flu in my life.
People always say they have the flu, when they have a cold.
Boy, did I find out how different the flu is from the common cold.
After this last adventure with the real flu, I am sure, I had never really had the flu.
If you have the flu, I hug you.
Now, make sure you wash your hands any chance you get.
No hands in mouth or eyes or face.
Follow all the tips for not getting the flu.
I am obsessive about these things, and I still got it.
But, we have to try to keep the germs at bay :)
My Dad and I had it at the same time, so we got to whine about our ailments over the phone everyday. Or at least tried through coughing fits.
He had a great nurse.
But he only got the flu.
I got the flu for a few days, then I got a sneezing head cold on top of it.
Mister Lovee and the boys were extra busy while I was hacking up a lung.
They put irrigation in the vegetable garden!!
Being really really sick makes you have all of these midnight thoughts.
Thoughts about being a better person.
Taking better care of yourself.
Following you dreams more.
Listening to you heart.
You make plans at 3 a.m. as you drift in and out of consciousness.
A couple nightmares.
A couple shezam moments.
A lot of desperation to get well.
A lot of wanting to not take things for granted.
That's the biggest perk, to a cough that makes you shudder.
I suppose the majorest perk though, is getting better.
Breathing is so nice!
Time for some gooooodness!
Just a little way from being totally back to myself.
Oh and, extra thanks to Mister Lovee, for taking care of orders, and making post office visits.
ps: My Granny heard I was sick, and wanted to call in the cavalry! She tells my mom, you must go get her. You must bring her "home."
My mom says to her mom, she is in her home.
Then she says to my granny -
Are you kidding?
Vanessa would be kicking and screaming, she won't come with me if I go get her.
Then my mom asks me, would you?
And I go, heck no, through laughter.
Then I say -
I wanna be in my own bed - plus, I don't want you to get sick.
And my mom says, ya, I knew it.
Isn't that hilarious? Grandmas are the bestest. They always see you as a 5 year old baby.
I love it.
Makes you feel loved.