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Close to Nowhere
By Linda Jones

No fever, so I’m freezing

Now that the fever is gone, I can’t get warm. Seems like an odd thing to complain about, but after the bout with bronchitis that Pop and I are wrestling with, anything is worth complaining about. That’s all he and I have done the past few weeks.

Of course, I’m sicker than he is! Which is one of the many reasons I wish he’d quit complaining. I need to be complaining myself, instead of listening to him! After all, I’ve been sick since Thanksgiving. He’s only been sick since I gave it to him.

Naturally, I waited until the day after Christmas to go to the doctor. Naturally, my doctor closed her office for the holidays. I ended up going to Urgent Care in Oxford. I’ve been there before, as I have a habit of either getting sick or injured on a holiday or weekend. Wonder why that is?

Anyway, heavy-duty antibiotics and really heavy-duty cough syrup later, I think I’m finally beginning to feel like I won’t be sick the rest of my life.

Although, I don’t know what I’m going to do about staying awake. I deliberately don’t take the heavy-duty cough syrup unless I know I’m going to be in my rocking chair or the bed. That stuff not only takes care of the horrible cough, it puts me out like a light! And since I haven’t slept because of the coughing since Thanksgiving I’m properly grateful.

Saturday and Sunday I was fairly sure I was recovering. There are odd side effects to recovering though. While my chest is still gurgling, the cough is getting better. And Sunday evening I discovered something remarkable. I was bored! I’ve been in my rocker in my sewing room every single minute I could be. I’ve “read” a lot (OK, I’ve looked at my Kindle with my eyes closed, a lot) and I’ve “rested” a lot.

I went to the doctor last Wednesday and I’ve certainly rested since then. Not being able to catch your breath is quite conducive to resting.

Sunday afternoon I found myself wanting to sew again and I made puttering motions around my sewing table a bit Sunday evening. Wore me smack out! I have an ironing board-type thing that sits on my sewing table and to pin a quilt, which is what I wanted to do, my “big board” has to come off. I didn’t even try.

After my puttering around a bit I began coughing again, so I was back resting.

I’m really hoping that New Year’s Day, I will be up to the task of frying pork chops. I’m sick of ham and you have to have pork and black-eyed peas.

I figure pork chops will work nicely instead of a hog head, which is theoretically what you’re supposed to eat, but God willing, I’ll never have to even think about really eating that!

I hope for you and yours a wonderful New Year. And especially, a healthy one!

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