I am not sure exactly why I am writing this . . .
I do not want sympathy,
but I guess that I am wanting
to just explain
why I have not been replying to comments.
It’s a head and chest cold . . .
the absolutely worst one in years.
This is my seventh day . . .
It should be getting better but no,
it is not.
I cough all the time and when I do my head
Implodes . . . it's like this small A bomb that
gravitates to the outer boundaries of my skull.
I moan and cough again . . .
We’ve all been here . . .
it’s just my turn.
These viruses enjoy spreading their love
and make the rounds every few years.
So, I am thinking that ten days
is a full blown time for this
sort of thing to last.
I am blessed with my Sweet Steve,
he is a supreme caregiver,
the best anyone could wish for.
Love is wonderful!
He sees me in my uncombed hair,
red nose, wrinkled pj's and he still
thinks I'm lovable.
He listens to my croaky
and sometimes whiny crybaby voice
and he treats me with dignity.
I am truly blessed:)
Your blogging sister,