Friday, March 19, 2010

Putting the ME in Camille!


For the last ten days, I've been in a desperate struggle with some kind of vampiric virus that sucked the life force out of me, gave me a tubercular cough, and made me utterly unable to do anything but sleep and look pitiful. I was starting to see reruns of "Camille" in my head and was preparing myself for the inevitable - the doctor looking at me sadly and saying "...chronic fatigue... lifelong condition... so tragic." (When I was eight, the doctor told me that if I hadn't had my tonsils out I would have been an "invalid." I thought it sounded desperately romantic and would remind my brothers that "I could have been an INVALID" whenever they were mean to me.)

Miraculously, on the eleventh day I have risen! And gone to the grocery store. And bought all the junk good food my husband never buys and that we were getting perilously low on. My kids don't know what a close call they had and how lucky they are that I'm back on the job. Must remember to remind them I could have been an INVALID!

11 comments:

Sling said...

So pleased that you have recovered!..That reminds me,my sister once had palpatations back in 1968..I'd better call her,and make sure she's okay. ;)

a thousand shades of twilight said...

Oh no! What next - will you be smote with boils? You must be feeling not unlike Job! Glad to hear that you have recovered.

I must say that I can relate to your romantic childhood notions of invalidism. My family take no end of pleasure in reminding that as a child my catch cry was "leave me alone! I'm DELICATE!".

a thousand shades of twilight said...

PS Love your title!

jason said...

I think you should keep your recovery under cover for at least a few more weeks....let them *think* you're "an invalid".
Get one of those little bells and have everyone jump into attending to your every whim.

sageweb said...

Glad to hear your feeling better. I am sure the kids missed you doing Mother duties dearly.

YELLOWDOG GRANNY said...

just dont get the vapors..which i think means the farts.

Anne Watkins said...

I was getting worried about your uncharacteristic silence. Whew, let the vapors roar out to sea and start stomping in the dirt of real life again!

Elizabeth said...

Sling - Oh your poor poor sister! Call her right away!

1000 shades - "I'm delicate!" I love that! And I'm sure it succeeded in making them leave you alone.

Jason - Oooh, I like the way you think!

sage - Thanks!

granny - Ha!

Anne - Aww, thanks!

Margaret Benbow said...

So glad to hear you're better. And keep buying those snacks, they'll keep your strength up. Frito Scoopers enrobed in melted cheese, washed down with a nice lager--pure gold!

more cowbell said...

Glad to hear about the recovery. When the Bohemian was young, she thought it would be very romantic to be stricken with consumption, of course as a poor artist. Needless to say, Chopin is an idol of hers.

YELLOWDOG GRANNY said...

u won an award over at my place.