Falling

Sometimes you just have to let yourself fall.

I don't frequently get sick.  I fight with allergies and will occasionally give battle to the common cold, but I seldom get really, go to bed and don't bother me, sick.  I have only had the flu, maybe, four times.  The last being over fifteen years ago.  I do not like anyone knowing I don't feel well.  I do not really like anyone fussing over me.   I do not like missing school.  There is nothing noble about it, it is just the way I am.  I've been told I am a bit stubborn.  Besides, I like being the one making the chicken soup.  

This week I had to throw up my hands, call a substitute, go to the doctor and crawl into bed.  It has not been pretty.  My sweet husband being the generous man he is brought this delightful bug home from Boston.   

I thought I was just tired from not getting any sleep, because someone was coughing and sneezing all night, but by Tuesday evening I was pretty sure I was down for the count.  After a quick visit to the doctor on Wednesday I took a wee spoonful of prescribed medicine and slept until 1:00 p.m. Thursday.   Gold, pure gold!

All is well, I am not quite back to normal, but I will be there soon.  No longer contagious, I did go to school this morning, and picked up a couple of books from the library, they were holding for me, on the way home.  This weekend I am planning on taking it easy and taking care of myself.

Sleeping, reading and that blessed golden elixir.
(or maybe reading, elixir, sleeping?)
I may make myself some chicken soup.

Have a wonderful weekend.  All is well here!