So I spent Thankgiving wrapped up in 2 wool blankets, curled up in a ball on the floor shaking like a guy wire in a hurricane with chills and a fever. Didn’t even get dinner. (Ben brought up a sampler plate of select morsels, but I couldn’t hold it down). After a handful of aspirin and a lot of sleep the fever finally broke, but for the next few days everything i was able to choke down left at a high rate of speed (after this had went on for a few days someone got around to telling me what I should have been eating for my condition…thanks). I felt like a Warren Zevon song that I’ve only read about (My Shit’s Fucked Up). The Flu isn’t fun to live through or talk about. Not the best way to spend my favorite holiday, one already colored by Bev’s mother’s passing and Karey’s absence.
But it could have been a lot worse. Had I been alone for the outbreak I would have died from it. Both my aspirin bottles are full of either small screws and bike tire stem valves or left over vitamins (it’s a lot smaller then the vitamin bottle), and my blanket is my winter coat. It could easily have been some other flu variant. I can only imagine what would have happened when i wrenched open my last can of beans. I can imagine the look of horror on them that found my body.
So all in all it was a great Thanksgiving. So thanks to the entire Bluespruce/Castle/Conis/Holmes/Jones/Reed/Stoltz clan for a great time and great company (and apologies for any surname I left off), especially Mary and Dick for putting up with me for yet another year, Jane and Denny for shopping tips, poker lore and the worst joke I’ve heard in years, Margaret for nursing, Richie for the best sub (and Pizza Party) I’ve ever had, Felonious Q. for T-Mobile machinations (and way to much patting of his own back), Sharon for the new cafe and coughdrops, and especially to Ben for nursing and putting up with me when he has real people and great family to spend time with. Thank you all so very much!