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Letters to Nowhere

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

I'm just sick.. no big deal!

I’ve spent the better part of the last two days laid up on the couch, alternately doused with sweat or wracked with chills. My average temp has been about 101.3 Yep, I officially am sick! Woo Hoo (insert bitter sarcasm here)

I feel a bit better today which is good for several reasons. I am at work, and somewhat proficient. I’m not worrying James.

When James came home from school on Monday and found me asleep on the couch he woke me up to ask if I was ok. I told him I wasn’t feeling well, and to keep his distance so he didn’t get sick. Bless his heart, he put his hand to my forehead and said, "momma you’re way too hot" He ran to get the thermometer and read off 10:29 when it stopped beeping. He’s not learned about decimal points yet. I knew what he meant though.

James is a good kid and now that he is older (almost 8) he tries to take care of me when I’m sick. He says that’s what's fair. After all I take care of him when he’s sick. So, he called the neighbors to let them know he was taking care of his momma because she was sick. This of course prompted them to have him run over there and get chicken soup.

Ten minutes later he’s back from Shirley and Harold’s (the landlords/babysitters/adopted family) with chicken soup and Tylenol. He kept a steady eye on my water glass making sure it stayed no less than ½ full.

When he started asking me questions about great grandpa and uncle John I realized I was scaring him. The poor thing was secretly afraid I might die. So, I did what every mom is familiar with. I dragged my aching, shivering body up and started acting like I was fine, just fine, hunkey dorey.

He still kept a close eye on me and frequently checked my forehead to see how hot I was.
By the time he’d read me his stories and done the rest of his homework, the Tylenol was working and I was feeling mostly human again. Tuesday I was off work anyway and was able to get lots of rest, water, hot tea and the better part of a bottle of day-quil in me. I also gargled more salt water than a man drowning at sea.

Today I’m feeling fair to middlin.. Not bad, all things considered.


Yesterday I had all my packages for my friends, both near and far, packed and ready to mail. I succumbed to my overriding desire to nap. I got up at 3:00 pm, just in time for the kid to come home from school. After getting him a snack, assuring him I was feeling better (better get a bucket), and all those misc things, we drove to wally world to pick out this years Christmas cards. James did a pretty good job of choosing them this year.

Anyway, we got to the post office I sat in the car and signed cards with James. We got out will all our boxes, cards and parcels… to find the *#%@! Post office had closed 15 min earlier. Son of a b b biscuit eater… GOD.. . bless America!

Having kids around really limits your cursing variety.

If it wasn’t for bad luck I’d have no luck at all.


  • I hope you're feeling better!! James sounds SO sweet!


    By Blogger Garrison Steelle, at 10:05 PM  

  • Looks at her christmas cards and thinks, "Ugh, even the sick chick has hers ready."

    By Blogger Amanda, at 2:36 PM  

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