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
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