Old Before One’s Time?

For the past four days and nights I’ve alternated spaces and positions, but mainly it was me in the living room chair, with pillows and comfy blanket surrounded by tissues, a glass of water and perhaps a mug of tea or broth.

It was not a pretty picture, sitting up 24 hours per day so that my lungs don’t fill up. The dog got bored quickly and demanded attention. My husband was home because we were supposed to be at a party on Christmas Eve half a country away and had to cancel our flights. It had to kill him to stay home and take care of me but he did it without a complaint, probably because I just finished taking care of him for the same illness.

Sitting in that chair with a blanket for days, I thought of getting old and not being able to, or worse, just not wanting to get out of that chair. It’s not going to happen. But on Christmas morning when my husband and dog were sound asleep, my husband was proud of me for watching the Star Wars Trilogy, Episodes 4-6. He awakened when A New Hope was nearly over, walked downstairs and we kept the films on all day!

It’s good to be up and about a bit today. I vacuumed downstairs because there was so much dog hair… and dusted a bit, cleaned out the fish bowl as it smelled like ammonia. Jim washed the dog yesterday and ran a comb through her today to get a bit of the undercoat she’s been leaving around. I even made pizza for dinner (of course, from scratch).

It’s good to be feeling better and to maybe even sleep in my own bed tonight. There’s still some youth in this gal. Even though we missed this much-needed vacation, hubby is going back to work tomorrow and we’ll work something else out to get away for a few days.

Hmmmm. Planning. Events. I can do that. Wait, I’ve got it. I’ll go over Niagara Falls in a barrel, no-one’s ever done that, right? Dee