A little dramatic, but not exagerated.
I rarely get sick. Maybe a cold/flu every other year, but for the most part, the bugs that go around seem to go around me. . . until the other night.
I mention this event, mostly because of the emotions it provoked at it’s onset. A first for me.
Monday evening, 6:00pm….feeling a little tired and sweaty from being outside with the dogs, I decided to take a shower before dinner and almost passed out as I was drying off. I made my way to the bedroom and fell on the bed, barely able to move. The onset was very sudden.
Laying there, I was thinking that this was what “the big one” must be like. I sensed that I was looking down at myself from the ceiling (a view reported in many near death experiences) and that this may be an appropriate time for a prayer or two.
After awhile, when I realized I wasn’t going to die, I got up and went out to tell Alicia I didn’t feel well and was going to bed.
Every bone, joint and muscle ached (yeah, I’m a big baby. Guilty as charged.)
Thinking that this might be the beginning of a stomach virus, Alicia had the insight to go to the store and secure some ginger ale and ginger paste, a caring wife indeed.
I never “got sick”, but had sweats/chills for several hours and aside from a few, short waking moments, slept from 7pm Monday evening until 3pm on Tuesday afternoon.
I woke up and felt as if nothing had happened and enjoyed a late lunch.
That was interetsing and hopefully, now I’m good for another year or two.
Sorry Elizabeth. You’ll need to wait a while longer.