November
24, 2013
We’d
been up ‘til 3:00am so the phone startled me at 8:10. I was hoping to crawl
back in bed, to avoid both the chilly 58 degree air, lying still in the house and the coffeemaker, dripping
fresh brew eagerly reminding me the new day has arrived.
Taelor
had missed the city bus, misreading the schedule and chose to walk the two plus
miles to work in below zero temps. She arrived, thighs numb, dizzy with
contracted lungs. A few minutes later, she passed-out. Vomit spewed from her
cold lips and, though she sat down and rested, a second attack hit and she was
caught before she clunked her head on the counter, headed to the floor once
again. She ate a banana and drank a bit of water then called me for help. I
meant to just grab the keys and run to collect her but my friends rallied and
we made a run for it together. I was the designated driver the night before and
left my car on the street in front of the restaurant so it was frosty inside
and out when I got behind the wheel. The other car zoomed away and I meandered
down the main road, glad for the limited traffic.
Once I had the flu so
badly, vomiting and diarrhea, that I lost my sight, saw bright spots with a
black background. I was so frightened, crawling along the hallway to the phone
to call 911. The nurse informed me I was dehydrated and to drink as much as I
could, as often as I could, and the symptoms would go away. There were workmen
in the house, replacing my carpeting and I was glad the foreman was willing to
fill a pitcher of water to leave by the side of my bed, let the dogs in and out
of the house for me and check on me occasionally, during the day.
Taelor
is feeling better since she slept and ate something more substantial than a
banana. We snuggled, watched a mediocre movie and snoozed the day away. Thanks
for asking.
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