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
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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. ;)
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!".
PS Love your title!
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.
Glad to hear your feeling better. I am sure the kids missed you doing Mother duties dearly.
just dont get the vapors..which i think means the farts.
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!
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!
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!
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.
u won an award over at my place.
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