9.19.2008

Paging Dr. Bombay. Emergency! Come right away!

There are many things I love about my child. Many, many things.

His smile.

His laugh.

His toughness and resilience.

His sense of humor.

His willingness to share. Especially his germs.

*cough* I have been felled this week by a horrible, no-good, very bad cold, given to me lovingly by my child. That's what I get for being a human Kleenex, I suppose. *achoo*

Today is the first day in several that I've felt like even putting words on a page. My apologies if they aren't the most coherent. It's the effort that counts -- in horseshoes, hand grenades and blog posts from the sick and ailing.

Will is much better -- three days home with "rest" and "quiet" and "TLC" helped tremendously. Me -- I'm still muddling through, wearing a mentholated Breathe Right strip on my nose at all times, sucking on a constant stream of honey lemon cough drops (did you know that if you fall asleep with a cough drop in your mouth, it doesn't dissolve and will most likely be stuck to the roof of your mouth when you wake up at 3am and stagger to the bathroom? Now you do.) and rubbing Vicks Vapo Rub on me like it's moisturizer and I'm at a spa in the Arctic Circle.

Yes, I smell delightful. Shut up.

I will have to say, though, that while my conscious hasn't been all that prolific or creative in the writing area, my subconscious had a field day. I've been dreaming like a son-of-a-gun -- and damn, are they weird. One involved my friend Miss Riss, our celebrity dates and a Monkees concert. I know I was with Jimmy Fallon but I cannot remember who Miss Riss was with -- for the sake of argument, we're going to go with John Cusack. Another featured Ted Koppel as a soda jerk at an ice cream parlor. And Mr. Fallon made another apperance in a really screwy one taking place at my old apartment building that looked like the apartment complex on Melrose Place.

I'm thinking my fixation with Jimmy Fallon can be chalked up to me watching a lot of baseball, specifically the Rays/Red Sox and his appearance in the homage to the BoSox movie, Fever Pitch. I've got nothing in the way of explanation for Ted Koppel making me an ice cream soda. But whatever.

So... hopefully by next week I'll be rid of these damn germs and ready to tackle the world -- or at least a small part of it. Here's hoping this finds y'all happy and healthy and ready to have a great weekend. *achoo*

7 comments:

Edwin said...

Very glad you are feeling better.
It's just not the same without you.

bronsont said...

Just remember that which does not kill you makes you stronger, and "Ye be a stout wench Janey! Arrrrh"

80s Queen said...

Feel better Jane! I think as long as you don't dream about the new 90210 you'll be alright.

Miss Attitude said...

I hope you feel 100% soon. Damn germs! But those dreams are priceless... was Marsha Brady at the ice cream parlor too?

April said...

Hope you're 100% better soon.

perpstu said...

All the new germs are my least favorite part of back to school season! It never fails, three weeks into the school year and here come the stuffy noses, coughs and achey bones.

I hope you feel better soon!

Jen of A2eatwrite said...

Feel much better, Jane. I'm glad my "human kleenex" days are over. Of course, I guess I might be blessed with them some time if/when I become a grandma. ;-)