No sooner did I state to the Likeminded Ladies that I don’t seem to get flus or colds anymore, than some horrible bug got me. That was Wednesday. I spent three days in bed with fever, unable to keep even water down. I hate the repetitive, delirious thoughts that come with fever, don’t you? It was a really unpleasant few days, and I’m still not right. Eating and drinking are back to normal, but now there’s a dry cough and no energy whatsoever. I’m on the mend, but it’s slow going.
Seems like a lot of people have been hit by something. Our Calgary kids and their wee girlie were here over Christmas, and they’d just gotten over colds and flus. I knew I shouldn’t kiss that baby, who was still snuffly, but couldn’t help myself. She really is a beautiful child. Now that the worst is over, I can say those kisses and snuggles were worth it. Unfortunately for the last three days the little family was here, I was too sick to go near her.
While lying in bed alone all that time, my heart went out to people suffering more serious illnesses, especially with no end in sight. How they keep their spirits up and retain the will to live, I do not know.
Karen and I were planning to drive into Saskatoon on Saturday to meet up with our brother Cameron and his daughter, who were getting together for the first time since she found him a short time ago. Then I got flu and Karen’s daughter-in-law’s mom was admitted to hospital, so Karen wanted to stay home if needed to take care of her granddaughters. We had to miss the grand occasion, but as I ran myself a bath on the day Cameron and Kaity were having lunch, I sent a request for a photo (historic occasion for our family, after all) and Kait kindly sent me a whole passel of selfies. What a moment! I cried — again. One does wonder where these emotions come from; I guess it’s just being happy for both of them.
Later I received this one:
Looks like that girl is a chip off the old block, after all!