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Thoughts on Toilet Paper, Garbage Cans,and Neo Citran
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Monday, March 02, 2009
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You know you're sick when you start using toilet paper to blow your nose because you ran out of Kleenex days ago.
And I am sick. I have a chest cough, nausea, headaches, and generalized weakness. I am feeling extremely sorry for myself.
One of those nights just passed when I slept with a garbage can beside my bed, "just in case".
I remember when the kids were young, and they were sick, the first thing they always wanted to do, when they had the stomach flu, was to lie in bed with me. And of course that's the last place you want them, because you just know they're going to throw up. But what do you do? You let them in anyway, because that's what mothers do.
Sometimes I wish I were a little kid and people would take care of me! It would be nice to have someone fret over me and make me some Neo citran. That stuff really is good. But honestly, my kids are quite sympathetic (they've already had it), and I'm sure they will once they get up.
Meanwhile, I have to decide what to do today. I'm supposed to be homeschooling them, but I'd rather crawl into a hole and die, at least temporarily. Which would you do? I'm leaning towards the hole.
I'm just so glad the children are older now. I remember the panic I was in when they were babies and toddlers and I'd be sick. Who would look after them if my husband had to be at work? Have you ever been scared to pick up your kids in case you drop them because you're so weak? I've been in that position. It is scary when you don't have anyone to help.
Once I was so ill I really needed to go to the hospital, so I called our church, where our women's Bible study was, and asked if one of the two nurses who attended would mind if I hired them for the day. But wouldn't you know it, the leader of the study showed up at my house within fifteen minutes, bundled the kids and the car seats in the car, left me at the Emergency, and showed up a while later to take me home. She had the kids for the next three days, no questions asked (and I was in no position to ask many questions). It was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me, and I will never forget it.
So as awful as I feel today, at least my children are older and can cook for themselves (and make hot drinks for me!).
By the way, when I'm sick I have really weird dreams. Interesting ones, like with plots and everything. Intricate plots. And then I wake up hacking and I'm really upset because I wanted to know how it ended! So you try to get back into the dream but you can't, and you really can't think of a suitable ending. It's no fun if you have to think about it.
Usually I don't remember my dreams, but I'm still going over a bunch from last night. Sickness gives you an overactive imagination.
And now I must find my toilet paper. And maybe have a shower.
So forgive me for not doing a Menu Plan Monday. I just can't think about food right now. But I hope you all plan your weeks well, and remember me, as I crawl into my hole.
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