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!!!
Rachel Dennison is having a rough day, too. Or night. She's traveling to her new patient in the Hill Country of Texas when she sees a man cresting a hill, wearing nothing but a cowboy hat, a pair of boots, and a go-to-hell sneer. My first novel, revamped, and Indie-published.
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