I’ve been fighting being sick. I didn’t know it, but it started to come on last week in the form of an eye infection and exhaustion. Evidently I fought it off, until yesterday, when it punched me in the gut and ran away laughing. I laid in bed curled up in a fetal position, shivering and miserable for the day. AdRi brought me 7-up, soup served on a tray in bed, and a gentle patting of my back. She’s the best caretaker ever. My body is tired, but I feel better today. I’m not sure what it was or is, but I’m hoping it’s on its way far, far away.
Hex be gone.
3 comments:
sorry to hear you are not well.
Ah yes, 7Up, my grandma's cureall for everything. Wish it still came in skinny glass bottles. I think that made its curative powers even stronger. Feel better soon.
oh no...i hope you get better soon!
xoxo
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