Suddenly suffering...

I was not prepared for this illness I caught.  

The week went by without one hint of such possible weekend demise.

Then came Friday:

There I was sitting at a Starbucks {drinking a Peppermint latte} waiting for a text from my girl-friend.  She was coming home from a business trip; her husband was driving her home from the airport.  I was meeting them at their house with fixings for dinner -- they were running late!  

Well, I guess I sort of had a hint while driving across town; I was talking with my little sister by phone on my way to dinner and complained about a tickle in my throat.  

I was fine --  just a weird tickle, which I thought sipping my favorite beverage would resolve.   

Augghhh -- beware of the throat tickle -- it's a wicked preamble to something so much worse.

Later that night, after dinner conversation with friends, my throat felt like sandpaper.

I had planned on staying overnight anyway... but I didn't feel like driving home either.  We all hoped the next day I'd feel better. 

Uhhh-huh.   

AND on Saturday morning...

I opened my scratchy eyes to a cat who was sharing my heat (Bella).  Shortly after, I realized the rest of my body was in a full-on refusal of pain-free movement.  Ouch.  Ohh, yeah... I ached from head to toe.   Ugghhh.  

Mid-morning... 

I finally managed to become vertical; I made my way to their kitchen. Unencumbered by the need for makeup a hair brush or toothpaste...  just searching for some hot liquid for my throat.

Oh what I'd give up  for a cup O' tea I exclaimed, dramatically --  entering the presence of my friends as I promptly took my place on the couch near the fireplace and pulling the quilt up to my neck.

Mr. P, a typically kind, adoring man-spouse was brave enough to comment on my not-particularly-healthy appearance (not exacty his words... but I'm not gona quote him).

I wasn't prepared with a nice reply; but a grunt and nod was the best I could offer.   He said he wasn't quite sure which hand, uhh... finger gesture he might get with his comment, but then again I pride myself in being unpredictable.

At noon...

My girly-friend, Sandy, fed me homemade soup and hot tea.  So I taught her how to create a blog...  yeah!  Hey, even sickly drugged and with daggers lodged in my throat I can use a computer.  Well, teach someone else how to share their thoughts on Blogger!!  

I was so tired I had to nap. 

Early evening...

I awoke with a cat snuggling against my backside.  Okay, she was trying to heal me Sandy predicted - cats do that - dont'cha know?!   Hmmm, they are particularly special cats.  I took my medicine Umcka, it's almost as good as sleeping with cats.

More computer stuff with girl-friend... I don't remember, exactly.  I hope she remember's how to login.  

We ate dinner; I just can't remember anything more than the fireplace and quilt and something about photos... she hadn't downloaded her camera (I stopped counting at 790). 

Since I had not an ounce of energy to drive, I stayed over again.  This time a fuzzy kitty (Tuffy) was there to tuck me in and stayed ALL night.   

It must have been the cats, as by morning I could function well enough for a shower, make-up; quite luckily my toothbrush and coffee actually tasted normal again.

However, doing so zapped nearly all my energy.   Yet, I managed to drive home; turn on the wall heater; grab a quilt and uhh... rest.  

Blog.  Rest more.  Introduce yet another friend, Tony, to blog.  Rest. Finally finish this post.

The weekend went by without my being cognitive of much -- other than friends, quilts and cats that heal -- quite suddenly a new week begins...  while two friends have someplace to blog!!

HonuGirl