If you are a reader of my daughter's blog, you'll know that a couple of days ago she succumbed to one (or maybe several) of the dratted germs that have been floating around.
This was not good (for several reasons but mainly) because for some time now she's had a birthday party planned for her husband for tonight, January 10th. His actual birthday is January 6th, but tonight was the only date that we five couples/families invited could all make it.
Then the ugly-bugglies hit her. Dum-da-dum-dum.
Not willing to admit defeat in her ability to carry on and proceed with the big party (I don't know WHERE she gets her stubbornness), she struggled into town yesterday afternoon to do grocery shopping and also some blog administrative work on my computer that she had promised to do. After I whopped her up side the head for trying to persevere on the party preparations as sick as she was, I felt compelled to knock her flat for thinking I would want her to spend time doing computer work!
What's with the eye patch on that sorry little congested, nose-reddened, stuffed aching head, you ask? Well, the longer she was here, the more her right eye started to bother her. It felt like she had a foreign object under the upper lid. We looked, and looked, washed and washed but couldn't relieve the irritation. She did have a round, swollen little bump on the inside of the lid that could have been caused by some irritation or it could have been the start of a sty which she has been prone to get once in a while. Bottom line, the eye felt much, much better when it was shut so we fitted her out to look like a pirate . . . a pirate with a sinus headache and runny nose.
The above shot was taken after she was all bundled up and ready for the hour's drive home. Her dad had just plied her with a stiff, hot drink guaranteed to make her feel better. Good thing I didn't know exactly what was in it . . . I might not have let her drive. She called when she arrived home safely. I asked how the drive went and she said that she felt like the car kinda kept going "diagonally."
I asked, "You mean because of the ice on the road?"
She said, "No, I think more because of being able to see out of only one eye."
Oh, great. But what's a mother to do? You don't seem to have much control when they're thirty-eight years old.
So are we going to a birthday party tonight? Nope. Sensibility finally set in this morning. As much as she really, really hated cancelling, she had no choice. Early today she knew she was too sick to handle it. I had had a feeling yesterday that she hadn't yet reached the "worstest" day of her sickness, and sadly that proved to be true.
The Birthday Boy will have to wait a little longer for his celebration. He works at a ski resort and has had to work a couple double shifts this past week (wasn't even able to get home two nights . . . had to sleep there) so he probably wasn't in the best of shape for a party this weekend either. But you can bet the celebration will be all the merrier whenever it finally happens.
Send some sympathies and get well wishes to Chicken Mama if you have time. Poor gal is really feeling S-I-C-K.
The train to Looneyville is picking up speed.
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