Almost called in sick...

I almost called in sick for this post..

This weekend was the weekend from hell

for the King and I.

I was working in the yard on Friday. Everything

was fine... Ate dinner.. watch tv and went to bed.

At 2:44am.. all hell broke loose.. and I had a love

affair with the bathroom.  Not knowing what end

to put over the bowl, settling for the sitting and bag

in hand..  Every hour on the hour it seem like.

King was a saint.  Asking if he could help.. got

me 7-up... covering me over as I shivered.

By 9am it was letting up. and by 4 pm I figured

I was going to live after all.. 

The King was working out in the yard and in the

garage.. and came in about 3pm.. said he didn't

feel so good..  Then it was time to switch.  He was

the sick one in love with the bathroom, and me

handing washcloths, 7-up.. And getting the extra

covers.   

So by Sunday, we both were starting to be among the

living, but treading gently. I had not drank coffee for 2

days..(unheard of) I mean I didn't even want a cup. Drank

tea, and ate crackers all day.  The King ventured to whole

foods for dinner.. but still not feel completely right yet.

We hate being sick.. neither one of us does it well. But

at least it wasn't at the same time. Thank God and Greyhound

for that.