Everyone would be sleeping but not me because my stomach was hurting. So I would roam through the house trying to find comfort. I just didn't want to throw up anymore--yet every time I would take a drink of water--up it came. The nights were soooo long and it doesn't get any better when you are fifty.
It was my birthday and I was too sick to open any presents. That night they had to rush me to the hospital. The doctor told my parents that I was so dehydrated if they had waited another day I probably wouldn't have made it.
Wow--death was knocking at my door. It was during this same year that I was a safety patrol kid in sixth grade. The school was four or five blocks down the street and I had morning post. The street was deserted and as I was walking a car stopped in the street. A man driving rolled down his window and asked me directions to a place. I told him I didn't know and he asked me to come closer to the car. I froze knowing something wasn't right...when I didn't move, he opened up the door to get out of the car. I ran---fast all the way to school. To this day I know that his intentions were not good and I did the right thing by running.
My son came home this weekend for the 4th and I have the crew coming over tonight for supper. That's what I like! I really thought I would be despondent with him moving out of the house; but its nice! First time my husband and I have been by ourselves in the house for over twenty-five years. Not that he was any trouble--it's just nice to have the routine of things shaken up again.
Hey.....I haven't watched t.v. all day today! I'm trying to keep it off as much as I can this summer.
Time has a way of "slipping" away when I turn it on.
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I'm sorry to read you were sick. I hope by how you are all spiffy again, and will be enjoying the holiday weekend with your loved ones. Happy 4th!
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