Been On Hold.....

Yep! was on hold for about 3 days....don't think my flu shot had all the ingredients most of you received.  Or maybe it was the 'last' little bottle that dropped in the 'last' shipment....what ever the case I feel confident mine was not complete.  Some of you have been where I am about to go...those who haven't please celebrate life.  This dragon starts with a nagy sore throat...probably allergies you say to yourself.  Then you have a little ache here and there...huh, must have done to much today, like that's going to happen.  Along comes a shiver and you get a sweater.....turn up the heat when no one is looking.  Bed die-bye becomes very attractive at 2 in the afternoon....but it is hard to tell company 'if I was at your house I would go home'.  Night time comes, skip that routine 'getting ready for bed stuff' and go straight for the Tylenol, socks, flannel gown, and an extra blanket on my side....didn't have the energy to tell my Prince, I might not make it till morning. Well, a night and day in bed so cold you felt your nude body was lying on an iceberg and there aren't enough blankets in the free world to change the situation.  Not sure what my temperature was but if my dreams had been recorded they would have grossed a million dollars at the box office.  Everything hurt....my hair, fingernails  and parts no longer attached to my body hurt...even parts medical science would declare a mystery.  This little voice says give up..call  to the doctor for meds....in hopes Cyndie would be delivered.  As I lay half in and half out of conciseness...spoke to the Lord. Lord,  I have enough paintings to pave heaven, the family are all doing great, not sure why I would be needed any longer..all bases are covered and felt confident we would be enjoying conversation soon.

In the meantime, my Prince, 'the one beneath my wings' who must have stepped aside when I hit the dirt, brought me the meds.  My only request at that moment was tuna salad and boiled egg.  Seemed like hours since I had ordered off the menu and dreaming about tuna salad I got up only to see through a sliver of ddoorway a figure working in the kitchen..as I watched trying to focus I instantly knew why I had been left here...the help with the long awaited tuna salad and just one boiled egg.  As I creep, you know that Tim Conway shuffle, into the kitchen I asked 'will that sandwich be available today?...forget the egg......the next morning upon waking my first thoughts were 'wow what a dream' but when I came into the kitchen there was my prescription with my name on it....then realizing that was one more bad trip.......