Being Sick and Single SUCKS!

So it's 2:45 in the afternoon and I JUST got out of bed. This never happens...unless...I'm SICK.

I don't get sick often but when I do get sick, I get REALLY sick.

I felt whatever it is coming on yesterday while I was at work. Last night as I tried to sleep (notice, I said TRIED), I could feel my throat closing up. It was so scary. My throat was ON FIRE and CLOSING at the same time. Don't think I've ever had that happen before.

I had plans to go on a day trip today and kept hoping that I'd be well enough to make it. But as the night progressed and morning approached, I realized that it was gonna be a "no go". There's NO WAY I would've made the bus ride and then been able to stay there all day. The last thing I needed was to get all the way out there and be even sicker...waiting for the bus to bring us back.

The crummiest part of all is that there's no one to take care of me. Getting out of bed pretty much zapped me of what little energy I had. So every move had to be carefully thought out before I made it.

I needed Ibuprofen for the aches & pains but I didn't wanna take it on an empty stomach so I had to figure out what I could quickly eat so that I could take the meds. That was quite a feat. I opted for a slice of toast that I only took three bites out of. Took two Ibuprofen and that was enough to wear me out. I found some throat lozenges to suck on while I slept (hoping I wouldn't accidentally swallow one in my sleep) and headed right back to bed.

I'm up and about now, trying not to do too much, and thankfully Jordan is here now (we were supposed to go on the trip together), so if I need to go to urgent care, she'll take me.

Still though...being sick and single SUCKS.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: Who takes care of YOU when you're sick? Or do you have to be doctor and patient at the same time as I do?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Nurse Mom

Once again, my beloved Mother journeyed through the day with me. It's been 103 days since she left this life on Earth, yet it still feels like yesterday. I miss my Mom like crazy! I miss going to my parents house and having her come out of her room in her jammies (my Mom was ALWAYS in her jammies), sit with me & the kids and make us laugh with her stories. My Mom was funny without even realizing it most of the time. She'd sit in "her chair" with her spoiled little 13 year old dog "Lazarus" on her lap and ask what we were up to, then tell us her thoughts about it all.

I say that she was with me today because I have felt awful for most of it. My throat hurts (I can feel the nodes starting to swell), my head hurts, and I'm achy. All I could think about was coming home after work and getting right in bed. Well...it's almost 9:30 and I'm still up. Go figure.

In my sickness though, I remembered what my Mom always did for me when I was little. She'd make me chicken noodle soup, and give me 7-Up and sherbert. That was her remedy, and it always worked.

So tonight on my way home I stopped at the store and got some chicken noodle soup and sherbert. Didn't think I needed the 7-up since I have bottles of orange juice here. But if that doesn't work, I'm gonna head right back to the store for that 7-Up.

As I recall, she would give that to me to settle my stomach so that I wouldn't throw up (as much).

As an adult, I can't remember the last time I threw up, so I'm thinkin' I'll be ok without the fizzy drink.

I also went to a Homegoing Service today and my Mother was present with me there too. Every now and then I'd feel myself about to "go there", and then I'd pull myself together and let the moment pass.

Like I said, I miss my Mom like crazy. I wish I could say, "I love you" just one more time. No...MANY more times. I wish I could see her face light up again the way it would when I'd walk into her room. And as I would sit by her side she would introduce me to anybody who walked in, with a smile that went from ear-to-ear.

I was never really sure about whether or not my Mom was proud of me. I'd let her down a LOT growing up, and even as an adult...but the way she beamed over me in those last weeks and days...I realized that she was. I was her "baby girl", and she loved me.

By the way...the picture for tonight's post is of my "Nurse Mom". It was taken in 1972 when she graduated from Nursing School. Ain't she purrrdy?

So...I'm gonna go have a few spoonfuls of sherbert before I head off to bed, but before I do...

Let the DIALOGUE begin: What remedies did your Mom use to make you feel better when you were sick?

Talk to me!

Til next time...