Stay with me till the end; there’s a real point, honest.
It’s Saturday, January 2, 2016, and here I sit inside on the
first sunny day we have had in weeks, seems like months. So, what kinds of
things can I find to get into inside my own house while I recuperate from this
pneumonia?
It was Sunday when, as I re-examined my Christmas gifts, I
tried to tell my body it was not getting sick. It was Monday when what little
vision I have was so blurred I kept finding myself running into walls and then
not knowing which wall I had run into. So, I stood there and coughed while I
tried to figure it out. There are about fifteen doctors in my health care group
but none could see me until Wednesday morning. Since it was raining, raining,
raining, it didn’t seem right to ask somebody to get out in the wetness and
take me to an urgent care center. So, on Tuesday morning feeling like my body
had been thrown under a bus I called again and found one of the PA’s in my
doctor’s office had a cancellation and Christi took me over there. After chest
x-rays, and Armed with seventy plus dollars of medication, I came home, took as
much of anything that I could and hoped for a good night’s sleep. I am still
hoping.
What a spoiled child I can be, realizing I have been in my
house from last Sunday until today without seeing anyone for more than a few
minutes at a time. Poor Vivi never complained or whined, but every time it
looked like somebody might stop and come in she went running, tail wagging to
the door.
On Thursday my friend Mary came over and picked up Vivi for
a follow-up appointment to the vet for me. Vivi doesn’t like going to the vet
but she was so glad to get out of the house she didn’t even fuss when she
realized that was where she was going. Mary brought her back with a good report.
I realized Thursday night I had been taking the night time
cold medicine in the day and vice versa; honestly, it doesn’t seem to make much
difference.
How sweet it was to get texts from some of my family and
friends New Year’s Eve, and many friends who offered prayers for me on facebook
posts.
This week I have read three books, two of them really good,
undressed the Christmas tree, packed up the Christmas decorations, and who
knows, I might even vacuum before tomorrow.
Today I feel better, even washed a load of clothes which
might stay in the dryer until next week. I lost my cool, couldn’t stand it
another minute and Vivi and I dashed out into the sunshine. Surely a quick walk
around the block would be good for me! We did just fine until coming home I
stepped in some mud that was as slippery as ice. If Vivi hadn’t bumped against
me pushing me to the other side … I have
a vision of myself sitting in the middle of a mini mud slide calling 9 1 1 and my family yelling at me for going out.
Now, hopefully I will get a little cleaning done soon, but
no chemicals as it would send my cough into a brand new place.
Still, I hope soon someone who can see how to get the tree
in its cover will come over. Isn’t it interesting how the tree with its
beautiful lights looks so out of place when the season is over? I cannot carry
it to the shed so it will be here until someone rescues it.
Mail? O goodness! It is three inches high, honest. I do hope
someone can help me with that pretty soon also or I may find myself one day sitting
in the cold with no internet!
I put my pictures back where the Christmas decorations used
to be, but it is very likely some may be sideways or upside down.
It’s the little blind things sometimes that can be annoying,
walls popping up in places you didn’t think they should be, not being able to
take yourself or your dog to the doctor, taking medicines at the wrong times of
the day, can’t put away the Christmas tree, dropping a pill on the floor, (didn’t
mention that one), or, how many ways can we find to “fall in the mud?”
What you do is sum up the sweet things: Sunny days, Christmas gifts, money to pay for
the medications, texts, calls, and especially prayers from family and friends,
a beautiful white dog that thinks you hung the moon, someone to take you or
your dog to the doctor, finding the pill
you dropped on the kitchen floor, good books; God’s healing touch!
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