Many people have eaten my cooking and gone on to live normal lives.

I was sick on Wednesday and Thursday.  Wednesday it was a challenge to remain upright without passing out or throwing up.  Thursday I was able to remain upright, but the general malaise remained.

My first inclination when I get sick is to blame something I ate.  I keep eating my own cooking after all these years (some days with better success than others) – so I always suspect food poisoning first.  I saw a plaque in a catalog recently that said, “Many people have eaten my cooking and gone on to live normal lives.” Yes indeed, that is the plaque for me.  I have had no casualties, but I can’t help but wonder whenever I am feeling green around the gills if it is the result of one of my culinary attempts.

Not so this time.  I suspect it was the flu.  The splitting headache endures today but the dizziness and nausea has dissipated.  Thank goodness as I have no time for illness presently.  Headaches are semi-manageable, but that falling down and throwing up stuff  strikes me as a fairly consequential impediment to going about my daily activities.  Plus, the pasty, sickly look I acquire when ill is really quite unattractive.

Sarah had to take her sister Cheyenne to school on Wednesday as I didn’t believe I could manage being a coherent driver (I couldn’t even manage sitting up).  I did my weekly radio conversation about my blog with Bruce Kelly (which happened to be about caged underwear) lying sprawled out on my bed.  That was one day that I certainly had a face – indeed a whole look – made for radio.  Then I had to call in and participate in my department meeting via telephone…seriously…the whole day struck me as an exercise in being pitiful.  I looked and felt like hell on Wednesday, but I survived and the next day I felt a bit better.  Thank goodness as I am not a good sick person – I have no patience for it.

I am my father’s daughter.  My dad doesn’t have a lot of patience for being sick either.  My dad went in for surgery on Wednesday, but because I have been ill I couldn’t go to the hospital to see him until day. The kids have been going and keeping me updated.

While my dad’s initial surgery went well, since then there have been a series of problems.  My dad is growing weary of it.  He has needles and tubes going every which way and as I type this tonight he is being readied for another surgery to address some unexpected blood clots.  I am a little worried.  Two surgeries in three days for a man in the new sixty who has already had some other issues since the first surgery seems like a lot.

I guess all I can do is pray that it will all turn out alright.  I guess I could also steer clear from cooking for him.  On days like today I wish that my cooking was the worse malady folks had to face in life…as I know how to cure that – order in. Unfortunately, some things are not that easily solved.

Day four hundred and ninety-four of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

About Ms. C

I teach at NDSU...but I remain a student of life with all the enthusiasm that entails. My favorite saying is, "Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down." In the new forty that is what I am doing...building my wings.
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3 Responses to Many people have eaten my cooking and gone on to live normal lives.

  1. Katherine says:

    Prayers for your dad and for you. Take good care, Katherine

  2. StormChaser says:

    It’s the flu for sure. I had those symptoms a couple weeks ago, and I haven’t eaten your cooking so I know it can’t be that! 😉

    Get some rest! Hope you feel better soon!

  3. Lucy says:

    I am thinking of you and keeping your Dad in my prayers.

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