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Saturday, October 18, 2008

I Want My Mommy

Susan2008_7 by you.

I'm miserable.  I have been sick for nearly a week and it isn't getting better.  The thing is getting worse.  Dangnammit.  Symptoms: labored breathing, coughing, congestion, aches, hot flashes (the sick kind not the hormonal kind. LOL)  I feel like I've been burned in the chest with a hot poker.  Cough, cough, hack, hack - am I losing a stinkin' lung here?!!!  Irregular heart beats.  Cough, cough, cough - Crap!   I've always had a feeling I was going to drop dead early, but this isn't what I thought would be my way out. 

Oh, as for doctors - I have purposefully not gone because we need every dollar.  Thanks a helluva lot AVAYA!  So I am trying to ride this out albeit miserably.  If I think I really am losing a lung, I suppose I'll go to the doctor.  So, just a note, if I go 2 or 3 days without posting you know I dropped dead.  Not a very pleasant thought.  No, there are not multiple pictures to go "specifically" with this post unless you want to see pictures of this gray-headed, woebegone, 49 year old lying in bed next to a moutainous trash can of tissues.   Ewww.  So instead, I put pictures of me with a good haircut that have absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I am sick-as-a-dog here.


Mary Susan Vaughn by you.

Speaking of dogs, I have such a wonderful dog - and he has been following me everywhere.  He won't leave my side.  Adolf looks at me with those big expressive eyebrows as if to say "I am so sorry you are sick, Mom, please get better soon."  He is such a good boy.

I am, however, enjoying looking out the window at our green grass.  Yep, we've got grass, and as soon as I pull my sorry butt out of bed I'll go run thru it with happy toes.

In the meantime, I want my Mommy - but she's in Florida.  She always dotes on me when I'm sick and has this worried voice - "Ol Susan, can I get you anything?  I hate to see you sick like this."  You know how mother's are.  I suppose I'll just have to settle for Big Bear making me soup and 10 oz mugs of hot tea with lemon.  He's such a good bear.

Love, - Me

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Update: I dragged my lazy butt out of bed and went to the doctor.  He's such a nice man.  I particularly enjoyed the People Magazine with Paul Newman on the cover.  I love Paul Newman.  He was the most handsome man ever!  I could look at him all day.  Oh, nuts ... then my nice Dr. Kendall walked in.  Sorry, Paul, gotta do what I gotta do - cough-cough - Crap! 

Diagnosis: I have an upper bronchial infection infarction respiratory lung thing.  It's icky.  It's gross.  It hurts my chest.  I whistle when I breathe.  Yuk.  Got myself all brandied up with prescriptions and antibiotics and told to go home, get in bed, read a good book, have some hot tea with lemon and honey, lots of chicken noodle soup, a foot rub, a back scratch, a head and neck massage.  Yep, had him write the prescription for that too.  Big Bear had better oblige or I'm going to hit him with a pillow when he's cuttin' wood to my right tonight. 


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