I swear, nothing will shake you out of the magnolias faster than a bout of food poisoning! This last weekend started like many others. We decided to have pizza Friday so Gary ran up to Papa Murphy's. He orders his side "Hawaiian" and I evidently had the vegetarian with an extra sprinkling of ptomaine. That's a sure fire way to zap the fun out of a weekend. At 2:00 Saturday morning I bolted out of bed feeling as if I had swallowed a flaming boomerang. Rather than share the details I'll just say the weekend was over before it began and periodically I checked to see if I still had toe nails..
As bad as this sounds, you probably don't know what your spouse is made of until you are stricken with with an injury or sudden illness. Gary, bless his heart, really rises to the occasion. He constantly checked to see if I needed anything, probably silently praying I didn't, because if I DID need something, it would most likely be either extremely confusing or labor intensive, neither of which he does well. He had work to do but made sure I had my phone by my side before scurrying upstairs to his office, telling me to call him if I needed anything.
Seriously, when I'm sick, I want to be left totally alone. Just shut the door and pretend I'm not there. Peek in occasionally to make sure the covers are still moving but that's all.
Two days later, noticing I still looked very pale and puny he asked if I would like anything for breakfast. I said "Hmmmm, maybe a cup of tea and toast points or maybe a one-eyed sailor". Mulling over my request he asks "Well......where can I get those?" To his credit, Sunday he did make pancakes that were very soft and easy to get down. His cooking repertoire is a little on the minimalist side but thankfully he excels at "to go" cuisine.
Sunday after breakfast and reading the paper we discussed maybe going for a drive a little later in the day. I had to wonder if that was such a good idea knowing the precarious state of my innards but as the day wore on I felt the house closing in on me so we packed up the pups and off we went. I have to say that once in the car I had to quell the urge to stick my head out the window, not to erp, but to feel the wind on my face. I could just see me and Miss Cricket with our heads stuck out the window tongues flapping in the wind. We ended up in Sherman at Sister and Kelly's and Cricket got to run around the backyard with her 4 legged cousins. It was just what we all needed, a change of venue and some fresh air.
The next day was slow to get started. I'm not used to feeling like this at all. So many plans and absolutely no energy to carry them off. Surely to goodness there is ONE thing I can do to brighten my puny day. A pedicure seemed like the perfect choice! Having pretty painted up toes ALWAYS makes me smile. Having them done is another story. The last thing I feel like is going someplace and being held captive in one of those vibrating chairs for an hour, so I'm doing it myself. Its a slow process. Its taken me most of the day but I have one foot done! Its quite possible that by the time I get them both finished, I'll need to start over.
The Healing Powers of a Sunday Drive and a Pedicure
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
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