January 1, 2002
It's A (Big)
How do you know when a hypochondriac is really sick?
When she's too sick to complain about how sick
Basically I've spent the
past four days living an infant's life: horizontalmost of the
time, sleeping most of the time, drinking my meals, drooling
a lot more than is generally considered polite, freely
every grumpy/grouchy/grasping emotion, huddled under my favorite
blanky a concerned and loving Adult Person hovers
nearby, attending to my every need. (Fortunately I am NOT
too sick to get out of bed and walk four feet to the bathroom, once
every other hour. That's one test of devotion neither David nor I are
prepared for, just yet.)
I'll be back when I run
out of applesauce, or when the world becomes vertical again ...
whichever comes first.
In the meantime: Happy
throw a rock