I had more urgent shopping to do before I started this next runner, and I’ve been doing two online quilt courses/summits and fell behind on one as I was ill and had to catch up. I started doing a little marking, stopped to watch the computer and vice versa. As sick as I was of chicken soup, I decided to have more on Wednesday evening. It was cooked, and I really had to start quilting/ learning and was not in the mood to cook again. I didn’t get very far with quilting. We take care of the youngest granddaughter in the afternoon, and when her mom fetched her early, hubby and I started coughing again, nebulised, and stayed in bed for an hour or so. We also retreated to the bedroom much earlier. The quilt was loaded, so I started with the border. Thursday was another day in bed for me. Friday, I finally decided, breath or no breath, I need to quilt, which I did.
Friday evening, hubby sounded terrible. On Saturday morning, I took him to a doctor; he didn’t go when I did, as his old doctor had retired and he hadn’t been to anyone new. I made the decision for him and set him up with my doctor… female (ha-ha). I had to turn angry for him to stay in bed, but I managed, or he listened.
Without being ugly, how peaceful this house (and me) was with him in bed all day and I at least having energy to move around. I bought him a box of tangerines, a bottle of orange juice and take him his meals and the odd snack in between, and I have the whole house and TV all to myself. Just me, myself and I.
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