I rarely get sick.
I seldom get sick.
It is highly unusual for me to get sick.
It is once in a blue moon that I am not feeling well.
But, last night, I was up all night with a high fever, chills and general malaise.
The doctor said that it sounded like the flu. *groan*I guess that the moon was blue last night. : O
More tomorrow...
6 comments:
Hey Grammie, I am sorry that you are sick. I hope it doesn't last long. Stay warm, drink lots of juice and I will be thinking about you. Love the new pictures of Owen and so glad you had them all at home. It is rare both my sons are home at once, but when they are, it is so special!
Grammie, have you had the 'experience' to be able to comment on the difference between getting sick when you're employed and have sick leave, and getting sick when you're self-employed and have deadlines to meet?
Bert, Bert, Bert....Where's the sympathy?
Yes, I am self-employed...but I give all of my employees (me) very generous sick leave, with pay.
: )
Sympathy is for ...
Hey, for whom was sympathy created? When, during our climb from Cavemanship did sympathy become a part of our psyches?
Part of my 'distance' from sympathy is probably due to my love for the 'game' of golf. The game itself, not to mention its rules, have no place for sympathy. There are a lot of areas in which I equate golf with life, and so the fact that golf has no place for sympathy may have by this late date 'tainted' my soul.
This probably won't mean much to you, but if I in a properly handicapped match play tournament and were losing 9-0 after the 9th hole, I would accept sympathy... or offer sympathy to one similarly situated.
Or as one of my sainted grandsons once said, "Sympathy is cheap."
How does Mrs. Banana deal with you, my dear Bert?
: )
You have got to be kidding!! I bow and scrape and say 'yes, dear' and 'no, dear' and always try to find just the right words to support and sustain her.
See, I know which side my broad is buttered on. If she's happy, I'm happy. It's the ultimate level of selfishness: the happier she is, the happier I am. Anything that detracts from her happiness detracts from my happiness.
Life benefits when you can wear rose colored glasses. I know it's 'old fashioned' but who's going to tell me that to my face?
(That "...which side my broad is buttered on..." was first used by me in Creative Writing, junior year in high school, at Rancho High, home of the Rams...)
Post a Comment