I’m feeling sorry for myself. While visiting family out of state for the holiday I came down with the flu or the worst cold ever. I never stay home when I get a cold. I figure if I’m sick I should share it with others and I still go to work. I’ve been at my current job for 14 years and I’ve taken 2 sick days. But this one laid me out. I was in bed most of Christmas Eve and only got up on Christmas when my daughter woke me to come out while gifts were opened. Then I went back to bed. I didn’t eat anything. The thought of food was repulsive. We’re three days post Christmas and I’m still sick. I was in bed for 14 hours last night. But I’m starting to get better. I’m beginning to move from feeling sick to feeling mad that I’ve been sick.
But let’s move past that. There were some good moments before I collapsed in bed. Hubby and I played laser tag with our two teenage grandkids. And we whopped them! Two year old grandson and I had a grand slam time at the park, going down the slide, running up and down the hills, and throwing bark chips into the air for the dog to leap up and catch. We had some great pizza and discovered Fuddrucker’s burgers. I got to visit with our son and daughter-in-law whose house we traveled to, some 750 miles from our home. And we all–hubby and I and our daughter and her family–made it safely there and safely home again.
And those are great gifts.
Merry Christmas, one and all!