I Knew It When I Wrote It

Remind me to never, ever, EVER talk about illnesses not packing a punch.

I knew it when I typed it that I was probably signing myself up for some trouble.

So yeah, the cold called some of it's friends over and I feel yucky.

The past two days I have gotten up when Bob got home from work, had dinner and then crawled back into bed.

I'm exhausted tonight also but I couldn't fall asleep when I laid down again.

So I'm up.

Bob is walking without a cane for the moment. Now I can only hope he doesn't over do it when he goes to his brother's house tomorrow.

He's still hunched over. Poor guy.

For the past 4 mornings Bob has woke up and discovered I have put out all his clothes, made oatmeal and a piece of toast for his breakfast and put out his pills. I have also seen to the kitties (needles and dishes of cat food in separate rooms etc) I then make him a cup of tea and help him on with his socks.

I asked how he was enjoying the concierge service at this hotel.

He said it was excellent.

I said 'Great, you check out on Saturday.'

Hey, I've been sick too!

Saturday my brother is supposed to come see my mom. I don't know whether to inflict myself on them all or let them be. They are all 'you've been sick for a week, right? You can't be contagious anymore.'

Famous last words.