felled by fever
dispatch from the land of aches and pains: it’s day five of fever here. the sort of fever that keeps your head splat atop the pillow, unable to lift it for more than a few minutes, and then only because you’ve run out of reasons to talk yourself out of moving. it’s a whopping case of strep + influenza (which is not to be confused with plain old flu) and it feels like someone poured bottles of toxins down my gullet. i don’t think i’ve ever spent so many hours sleeping in my life, and it’s all i can do to sip a cup of tea. but the fun part is that i’m not alone — my sweet mate is on it too. he started it, in fact. but his stopped at terrible cough and achy all over, and i apparently went for the premium plan, adding strep and full-throttle influenza to the mix. thus, we’ve had a fabulous week of empathy. i moan, and he concurs. i hack my lungs out, and he joins in too. he’s been the very best nurse that ever there was, and i must say there is something deeply blessed about being so so sick you can’t even pretend you’re anything but. all vulnerabilities are exposed. all frailties front and center. and you are so grateful for all kindness, from the way he peels you a clementine in the middle of the night, to the way he presses his back against yours to warm you when your teeth are chattering and you can’t shake the chills. when i think back to the fellow in the newsroom i had a crush on all those 29 years ago, i hadn’t a clue how magnificent he would be when i needed him most. he’s shown me, over and over, this week.
sending love from the land of counterpane. and p.s., i got my flu shot, but apparently this year’s batch didn’t do the trick….
have you ever been bowled over by the pure loving compassion of someone whose carried you through some mighty dark hours?
So sorry to hear you are not feeling well. It’s so comforting to have an angel of a husband to be at your side; just the sound of his voice and the gentleness of his touch can be healing. I too am lucky and have a husband who surrounds me with the same enduring love. Get well soon!
I’m so sorry to hear this! Oh, how nasty that bug of a bug to get you both!!
Ding, dang, darn, and worse!! Sending healing thoughts, prayers, and a cupa of soothing vibes over the waves!! Take good care! and bless that hubby too!!!
Feel better soon Barbie. Thank goodness for your wonderful husband!
Feel better!! Love Blair for taking such good care of you!! I get such a tickle about how much you two love each other!!! Your crush 29 years ago!!! Sooooo sweet!!! Hope Teddy is spared!! Rest, rest even when you think you are better!!xoxo
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May you and Blair both be restored to good health asap! Sending love and prayers for your immediate recovery. So sorry you’ve both been so ill!
I love the love you have for one another. I, too, hope Teddy will be spared! Gentle hugs~
What everyone else said … hope you both feel better! Five days of fever! Too, too much. Poor sweetie … I know it sounds silly, but I’ve heard if you put Vicks on the bottoms of your feet it helps the cough. Crazy, I know. Hope your mama delivers some chicken soup. If not, call me, and I will!
And I have been bowled over by people’s caring sometimes … it’s a humbling, blessed thing. It’s wonderful, how all of you care for each other in your family. A great example to all of us.
Aw, such a sweet column………I do hope you recover quickly cause you don’t deserve to b sick – let it happen to the nasty people in life! xoxoxo Laurie >
Care & Consideration to you and your family. May the influenza and all its horrible colleagues be banished from you home. Wishing birdsong and brighter days ahead!
Sweet angels, bless you all for your bounteous goodness. Still too fever-y but sending love. Xox
Wishing I could send you chicken soup but it would only be virtual. 😦 So here is a remembered poem tickled out of my memory bank by “counterpane”! Hoping the day brings healing:
“The Land of Counterpane”
When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay
To keep me happy all the day.
And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;
And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.
I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of counterpane.
– R.L. Stevenson
That was one of my favorites when I was little. I can still see the black line drawing from an early childhood poetry book…..thanks honey.