This has officially been the worst Christmas ever.
I caught some sort of mega-flu over the weekend and spent Christmas in the hospital. I started out with diarrhea and then graduated to vomiting (yep, I know you really wanted to know that). After throwing up 15 times, I knew things weren’t getting any better.
Rodney drove me to the ER and nurses loaded me up with drugs and an IV to hydrate me. The drugs caused me to hallucinate but the IV was so good. After the first round, I was still very dehydrated. So they gave me another IV to hydrate me some more.
I passed out for awhile, and finally woke up with an angel in front of me. She sat there holding my hand hand with sparkling blue eyes and a big smile. It was my Mother. And my Father was next to her. I felt like a little boy. I was feeble and weak and couldn’t even move.
I’m now back in Nashville, taking it easy at home. I haven’t been able to eat anything since Saturday, which is really starting to suck. I’ve learned to accept the crazy hallucinations and weird dreams. I’m not going to work today, because I’m not supposed to “drive or operate heavy machinery” while taking this medicine. Besides, I doubt anyone wants to catch my germs.
Thanks for all the nice Christmas wishes. I’ve been trying to catch up on your blogs, but I’m going to have to finish later. I hope you all had a good holiday and I will talk to you later.