Y’all! Welcome to the 12th segment of When Life Hands You Lymes…
Leaning back against the pillows again, I rubbed my forehead. “I actually kinda feel like I might be getting a cold or the flu or something.” Then, taking a deep breath, I jumped out of bed. “But why would I let that measly ol’ thing keep me down?” Right away I wanted to lay back down, but I was bound and determined not to. I had already wasted enough of the day sleeping, I would not let whatever germ this was make me waste any more time.
“Maybe a walk will do you good?” Mom was already writing something on the notebook she always carries around. “Here’s a list of things I want you to take every two hours for the rest of the day.” She tore off the piece of paper and handed it to me.
“Alright.” I bit back a frown, Mom was trying to help me, I understood that, but when I don’t feel well I feel like babying myself and eating junk food. I know that’s about the worst thing I can do for my health though, so yeah… No frowning.
“And really, Madalyn, it’s summer break, you can take a nap later on if you feel so inclined.”
I was achy as I got ready for the day, a common occurrence for me when I had a cold coming on. Music practice wasn’t very fun, but I treated myself to some chicken noodle soup for lunch, so that made me happy. Our cook makes the best chicken noodle soup ever. When I eat it, I feel as if I’m in a cloud of chicken broth and celery that tastes like heaven. Or, at least what I imagine heaven would taste like to a sick person. Not that there are sick people in heaven…
“Are you feeling better?” Katie slid into her seat and took a look at my soup. “I guess the answer is no.” She began filling her plate with salad, her go-to meal for lunch.
“Don’t breath on me, please.” Darrick gave my shoulder a little punch when he walked past me.
“Thanks for the sympathy, Darrick, you’re so sweet.” I took a sip of my broth. “And don’t worry, I won’t breath on you as long as you don’t get too close to me.” Darrick has this thing against germs. He thinks every germ within a mile of him is just waiting to attack and clobber his immune system. You know the kind of guy I mean, right? The kind that washes his hands thirty times a day and carries hand sanitizer with him everywhere? Yep, that’s Darrick. It must work though, cause he very rarely gets sick.
“How was your run today, Mom?” Katie asked when Mom came through the door. “Sorry I couldn’t go with you, I can tomorrow though if you want a running buddy.”
Running is something our family enjoys doing together. That and bike riding. I’m much more of a swimming girl myself, but I like joining in with family activities just for the company.