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LET'S HEAR IT FOR RECUPERATION...

It’s too bad you don’t feel good when you have the flu. Taking pills and
drinking juice doesn’t take up a whole lot of time. Then you have all this time while you’re feeling rotten to lay on the couch and stare up at cobwebs and dust you’re too sick to do anything about. The sun shinning through the window doesn’t help. Every flaw in the room is magnified. You finally have to put on sunglasses because of the floating dust. Its very presence makes you sicker.
When you don’t feel good the people around you change. They become impatient, short-tempered, and busy. Too busy to find the remote. Too busy to pour juice. Too busy to put on some soft music.
Forget asking them to shop for more Kleenex. They balk at wetting a washcloth for your feverish brow. They don’t have time to fill the vaporizer. Or make a piece of dry toast. Or darken the room because too much light hurts your eyes.
If you felt good you could enjoy the pot of chicken soup with the homemade noodles and the loaf of warm yeast bread that a thoughtful neighbor brought over. The rest of the family is kind enough to swoon and make smacking noises as they finish the last bite.
If you felt good your attention span might be long enough for something other than Phinneas and Ferb.
The way it is now the couch is full of lumps, the blanket doesn’t cover your toes, your elbows are raw from trying to get comfortable, your washcloth is dried out, your nose is stuffy, your eyes are watering, your head hurts, your ears feel like they’re stuffed with cotton and you’re achy all over.
What’s wrong with wanting to feel good when you have the flu.
If you felt good you might not mind the disinfectant that’s being sprayed in the air over your head.
As it turns out, only the dog is loyal. For 24 hours he sits patiently at your feet waiting for you to recover. But the question is - will he too leave when he gets the last dog biscuit on the table by the orange juice?


THIS WAS WRITTEN TO PAY TRIBUTE TO RECOUPPERATION - AND HOW GOOD IT IS TO FEEL BETTER WHEN WE'VE BEEN ILL.
PS I'm recovering from vertigo.

Comments

  1. We never appreciate good health until we don't have it.
    I bet the dog stays.

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  2. Oh My, I hope you are feeling better! And, yes, I think the dog will stay. They are so sweet and loyal.

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  3. That is so sweet. I hate to be alone when I'm sick. I want someone, my husband, to come sit by me so I can sleep. There's something about the idea that when he's there, we're all safe and I can let go. But tissues and soup, no way. My kids, definitely. Anything to get me on my feet and cooking again.
    Cute post!

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  4. I'm glad you're feeling better. Thanks for the sweet humor here. You can always count on the dog - if for no other reason than he'll believe there has to be another treat somewhere.

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  5. Thanks for your comments. Dogs are indeed the sweetest and most loyal, often over humans. He'll stay, as Deb said. Even if just in hopes of another treat!

    I have an adult daughter who has to have someone at her side when she's ill. Especially a hospitalization. For anything. I think it's a security thing too.

    I have to admit when my husband is around I have an inner peace even more so at night. As though all is well in the world, even if it's just the space we share together. My heart feels as safe and secure as a locked door.

    Be well. Blessings.

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