We've all had them, right? Those days that start out bad and slowly, or rapidly, sink downhill. Take my yesterday, for example. Please! I'm serious. Somebody take it!
I crawled out of the bed early to make a pottie run and as I passed the mirror, an old saggy-eyed beast with a red Mohawk glared back at me. Scared me so badly I almost didn't need to toddle the rest of the way to tinkle. Who in the fifth dimension was that? Better still, what was that? And how did it get into my pajamas?
Most of you know I've been suffering with bronchitis for over three weeks. My ribs are sore from all the coughing. You've probably been there yourselves and know what I'm talking about. Calvin insisted I go back to the doctor. I'd finished the antibiotics three days ago and hadn't seen or felt much improvement.
I took my morning shower and was stepping into my panties--one leg in mid-air--when a bad coughing spell hit. My back went into spasms and I fell backwards across the bed. One leg in...one leg out. Coughing like hell and not giving a damn. My sciatic nerve thought it would teach me a lesson. Two hours later, I hobbled into the doctor's office.
Some time afterward, I hobbled out with a diagnosis of pneumonia, asthma, and a double ear infection. No mention was made of my back. But the nurse loved my two latest books, so that had to count in the positive column for my day.
Once I had all my meds, Calvin helped me into bed. A word here--Calvin is like a helicopter when I'm sick. He hovers. He put a walkie talkie in bed beside me in case I needed him. He can't hear his cellphone ring, so we use these talkie gizmos that emit sonic booms to get his attention.
I'd just fallen to sleep when mine let out an unholy screech. "How are you now, angel?" (He had to call me angel 'cause he'd just scared the hell outta me!)
He's so good to me, I can't get snappish. "I'm sleepy, hon." I placed the contraption back on the bed.
It blares again! My blood pressure shoots skyward. "You forgot to say 'Roger. Out.'"
Oh, for Pete's sake!!!
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Antibiotics don't always work. In meantime, Calvin is just soooooo sweet!
ReplyDeleteTalk about heaven and hell! So enjoyed reading about your day, so sorry you had to suffer through it. Feel better and best of luck with the indie!
ReplyDeleteI've been there (bronchitis, pneumonia, etc.), Vonnie, and really do feel your pain. The coughing spasms are so debilitating. You can't rest. Your ribs hurt. Everything hurts. I hope this new round of meds will kick the blasted bugs out of your system, quickly. Congrats on the indie rerelease of Storm's Interlude! I remember you gave me a copy for the VRW chapter collection when it first came out. (I was coordinating book panels or some such thing...it's a blur now.) I loved it then...I'll have to read the new version! And Calvin IS a sweetie. :)
ReplyDeleteYou sound miserable and I feel for you...but you do create humor with your misery so thanks.
ReplyDeleteSorry about the ears, ribs, nose, throat, and sciatic nervy thing. Did you have the anti-pneumonia shot and still get pneumonia, Vonnie? Rats! I'm thankful Calvin is watching over you; love the story about the walkie-talkie and its sweet-sour presence. I'm so happy you put Storm's Interlude out with a new cover. Loved that book...I'm sure I'll love it even more, now! Happy sales to you!
ReplyDeleteI don't know how you do it, making me laugh while I'm horrified that you're feeling so badly. Geez, get better quick and give your gorgeous man a kiss from me. Roger and out. LOL
ReplyDeleteSounds miserable. I hope you feel better soon. Uh, when you're trying to sleep, maybe turn off the walkie-talkie. Just saying...
ReplyDeleteYes, Angela, Calvin is sweet. Each of my heroes gets one of his good qualities. I make a practice of it.
ReplyDeleteMargo, like Calvin says, "This day, too, shall pass." And it did...thank goodness. My back is finally back to normal and the cough has lessened a little.
ReplyDeleteLeah, I haven't felt this bad since cancer surgery on my face--saliva gland. That was tough to recover from, too, since I had to return to the surgeon every other day to have fluid drained off. Being sick is the pits, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteOMG. I had bronchitis and pneumonia twenty years ago, and it almost did me in. I can't imagine having it now. I hope you start getting better fast. Enough is enough! Oh, and OG said to tell Calvin he's a peach.
ReplyDeleteBrenda, it's easier to laugh over things than it is to cry...sometimes.
ReplyDeleteRolynn, I've had the pneumonia and flu shots and still... You're correct. Rats!
ReplyDeleteRoger and out yourself, sweet pea. LOL
ReplyDeleteJannine, if I turned off that walkie-talkie and Calvin tried to reach me and couldn't, the next sound I'd hear would be the door being ripped off the hinges as he burst through thinking I was dead!!
ReplyDeleteHug OG for me. He's right. Cal is a peach.
ReplyDeleteOh dear Vonnie, I do feel for you--feel better soon, and please please please get a pneumonia innoculation so it doesn't happen again (yes, they exist)
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry you're feeling so bad, Vonnie. And that you can find humor in the worst situations. Thank goodness, Calvin made you go to the doc. Apparently, whatever you have didn't respond to that 1at prescription. Hope they gave you something new. Sending hugs and well wishes.
ReplyDeleteYou made me sad in one beat, made me crack up in the next moment. SO sorry, you poor dear. But, your post is hilarious. :) Bless Calvin's precious heart. He's wonderful. Hope you're on the road to recovery. The book sounds fabulous!
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