...needing my mom
"Is there anything I can get for you? Can I pick up some medicine, or some Sprite or something for you? Just call me and let me know."
That's what my sister said today when she heard through my dad that I was feeling like crap, and had been the last few days. Yeah, I've got something...the flu? bronchitis? imminent lung death?? Okay, okay, so I'm feeling sorry for myself. Yes, I've allowed myself a bit of a pity party this evening after feeling really horrible this weekend. Guess it's time to go to the doctor tomorrow and see if I can get drugs to fix this thing. But what a wuss I am...i just told myself to stop it after allowing tears to start flowing while lying in bed feeling lonely and neglected.
What's the main problem here?? I need my mom. Yeah, it boils down to...not only the fact that physically I feel pretty shitty...but also that I would give anything for my mom to be here, to slip that thermometer in my mouth to see if I have a temperature, to make me a bowl of good ol' fashioned Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup, and ask me every now & then how I feel while kissing me on the forehead. That, of course, won't happen because my mom passed away five years ago. But I guess we never get over that need to have somebody "mother you"...especially if it could be your own mom.
I told my sister when she called that i was fine, that I had what i needed, that i'd call her tomorrow after i'd been to the doctor to let her know what was wrong. And then I crawled into bed with my puppy dog, turned on the electric blanket, watched the Chiefs beat the Broncos (YEAH!!!), and felt very alone. So, what am I doing now? Talking to this stupid blog like it's a person. Oh well, at least it's something to talk to.
Well, now that i've extended my pity party to this blog posting, i guess i'll go crawl back into bed with my puppy dog, watch Sunday night TV, and hope that tomorrow morning when i wake up i feel better. If not, there's always antibiotics! ;)
Keep breathin' everyone...even if you might be congested!! LOL
Mary
That's what my sister said today when she heard through my dad that I was feeling like crap, and had been the last few days. Yeah, I've got something...the flu? bronchitis? imminent lung death?? Okay, okay, so I'm feeling sorry for myself. Yes, I've allowed myself a bit of a pity party this evening after feeling really horrible this weekend. Guess it's time to go to the doctor tomorrow and see if I can get drugs to fix this thing. But what a wuss I am...i just told myself to stop it after allowing tears to start flowing while lying in bed feeling lonely and neglected.
What's the main problem here?? I need my mom. Yeah, it boils down to...not only the fact that physically I feel pretty shitty...but also that I would give anything for my mom to be here, to slip that thermometer in my mouth to see if I have a temperature, to make me a bowl of good ol' fashioned Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup, and ask me every now & then how I feel while kissing me on the forehead. That, of course, won't happen because my mom passed away five years ago. But I guess we never get over that need to have somebody "mother you"...especially if it could be your own mom.
I told my sister when she called that i was fine, that I had what i needed, that i'd call her tomorrow after i'd been to the doctor to let her know what was wrong. And then I crawled into bed with my puppy dog, turned on the electric blanket, watched the Chiefs beat the Broncos (YEAH!!!), and felt very alone. So, what am I doing now? Talking to this stupid blog like it's a person. Oh well, at least it's something to talk to.
Well, now that i've extended my pity party to this blog posting, i guess i'll go crawl back into bed with my puppy dog, watch Sunday night TV, and hope that tomorrow morning when i wake up i feel better. If not, there's always antibiotics! ;)
Keep breathin' everyone...even if you might be congested!! LOL
Mary
posted by daffodil @ 5:20 PM
1 Comments:
At 8:13 PM,
Anonymous said…
I was hoping you'd be feeling better! Hang in there.
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