I sure know how to have fun. I finally got to go shopping yesterday, I was almost through, and I had to call Spike who was on the other side of the store. "Spike,
We HAVE to check out RIGHT NOW!"
"What's the matter?"
"
I am very sick.!"
So we checkout. I don't know what hit me, but it was horrible. That is all I remember. I don't remember getting in the car. In fact that is the last thing I remember. Evidently he shut off my phone when we got to checkout. I don't know how I got my scooter on the elevator, going in my apartment with it or even getting into my apartment. The Pirate said that he had to take my coat off. The Pirate said that Spike told him that I passed out in the car. I have no idea of what was wrong with me. I was just
so SICK! I do remember starting to get the dry heaves at the back of the store at the meat department.
Well here it is 16 hours later and I am feeling just fine. I have been drinking a lot of water lately. Something I never do. I thought for sure I had the flu! I have never had the flu in my life. So much for self diagnosis.
I have four kids. One lives in Vermont. My daughter lives just 30 seconds away, and the two boys are constantly in and out of my home. So I look to them to look after me. I have no qualms about either one undressing me if need be. Spike took care of his wife all through her cancer and even when she died in his arms. He is the one who just jumps in and does what is necessary. The Pirate makes sure I eat and cleans my home for me. When I had the Norvirus a couple of years ago, they both cleaned me and washed me down. Changed my bed and made sure I had a clean nightgown on. I don't like to let my daughter know when I am sick until after it is all over. She has enough to handle with her own health problems and those of her husband's. And she can not handle vomit or blood. She gets sicker that me just being in the same room where it is. For me, the more blood and gore, the more I love it. I love watching surgeries.
I am just ever so grateful that I do have the two boys to take care of me. Who'da a thunk it! It is my boys to my rescue.