Okay ... I'm probably not literally at death's door but I sure do feel like I am. Lord knows I have plenty of health issues in my life but I hardly ever get colds or the flu. In the past when these maladies have stricken me, I usually felt fine within a day. It has been years since the last time I was sick ... so many years I can't even remember the last time! In retrospect I probably shouldn't have gone to my endocrinologist appointment yesterday but, in my defense, I thought I was getting better. Foolish me. Last night I begged John to return all my Christmas gifts & bring me home a gun. I don't think there's a part of my body that doesn't hurt. My nose is constantly running. My throat feels raw & 3 times its size. I'm coughing & feverish. I have chills. I hate this!!! In retrospect again I probably should have had the smarts to remember that the symptoms of illness are always better during the day & worse at night, & I should have asked John to stop at one of the many drug stores we passed on the way to & from my appointment so we could pick up some Thera Flu or Nyquil or something. Instead I curled in my recliner, covered up with 2 blankets, & waited for Jesus to come get me. I'm still here.
I did manage to do some stitching last night & I finished LHN's It's Snow Cold.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Posted by Shirlee at 9:36 AM