Tuesday
January 1, 2002
It's A [Big] Baby's Life
Question: How do you know when a hypochondriac is really sick?
Answer: When she's too sick to complain about how sick she is.
Basically I've spent the past four days living an infant's life: horizontal, most of the time ... sleeping, most of the time ... drinking my meals ... drooling quite a lot more than is generally considered polite ... freely verbalizing every grumpy/grouchy/grasping emotion ... huddled under my favorite blanky, while all the while a concerned and loving Adult Person hovers nearby, attending to my every need. [Fortunately I'm NOT too sick to get out of bed and walk four feet to the bathroom, once every other hour. That's one test of devotion neither David nor I are prepared for just yet, thanks.]
I'll be back when I run out of applesauce, or when the world becomes vertical again ... whichever comes first.
In the meantime: Happy 2002, everybody!