As all you regular Noveltea readers know, today we get to read the twenty-first segment of my fictional story, When Life Hands You Lymes. I’d be delighted to hear your thoughts. 🙂
It seemed I had barely closed my eyes though, when I heard my phone ringing. Sighing, I answered it. “Hello, this is Madalyn speaking.” Even though it’s my own personal cell phone, Dad likes it when we answer using our name (good business manners) and so about half the time I remember to answer that way.
“Hey Maddie!” Katie’s voice surprised me, wasn’t she at work? “Are you going to come down for lunch.”
Lunch? My first thought was that she was playing a practical joke, but then when I looked at the clock across the room, I saw that it was indeed 12:30. How in the world had so much time past? I’d barely even realized I’d gone to sleep and here it had been a couple of hours? “I’ll be down in a minute,” I answered Katie. Ending the call, I gave the clock another look, sure enough, my eyes hadn’t deceived me. I guess I was more sick than I had realized. Ugg. I just wanted to be good and healthy again. I hated feeling so tired.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” I repeated to myself, then instead of going down like I had planned, I shut my eyes for a moment and lay back on the pillows. Pillows and me go together like bread and butter. I have a mound of them on my bed that leaves Katie wondering how I can even fit on it. They’re so soft and relaxing.
Despite wanting to go back to sleep, I made myself get up after only a moments rest, and trudge down the stairs.
“Were you sleeping?” Darrick asked when I came in. He had a little smirk on his face, but a glare from me silenced any smart aleck remark he might have made.
“Yes.” One word answers aren’t common from me, so I guess that showed the rest of my family that I was still tired, because no one else directed any comments toward me until at least half way though the meal. My headache had returned sometime, I couldn’t quite peg when I first noticed it, and it was making me feel all groggy.
“Really, Maddie, you can just rest.” Katie tapped the table in front of her. “I think you’ll get better a lot quicker if you allow yourself some time to get over being sick instead of trying to push through it.”
“I don’t have time to be sick though.” The words came out through clenched teeth. I wasn’t mad at Katie, not one bit. Instead I was mad at me. Mad that I had allowed myself to get sick. Really, I should have been stronger. Fought it off somehow. Like the rest of my family. “Hey, why aren’t any of you guys sick?” I looked around, they all appeared to be in perfect health to me.
“I was just wondering the same thing.” Mom tipped her head to the side. “Maybe you got it from your friends or maybe you’re worn out from the last week at school.” Mom shrugged, “Whatever it is, the rest of us need to make sure we’re really keeping up with our health so we don’t get sick from you.”