Some of the grandsons were staying with us this weekend and one of them came down with a 103-degree temperature. It was the flu, type A.
I hate fever! It does strange things to me. Like a knife, fever brings an impending terror to my mind.
I’ve had the exact same fever dream I’ve had since childhood. It resurrects itself, poking bony fingers up from the cemetery of good health to snag and pull at all sense of well-being.
Fever brings a deep physical and emotional need to fall asleep, a relief really, instead of buried and shivering under mounds of blankets.
Yet once the eyes close and the mind drifts into never land, terror creeps out of the memory grave.
As I sit and peck on my iPad, the wind is beginning to blow, and the rain just started playing pitter pat on the windows. Hurricane Laura makes landfall tonight.
We’re 3 1/2 hours drive from the beach, but hurricanes are non-discriminatory storms, especially the wind. We’re lucky though. We’re west of the hurricane’s eye, the less destructive side.
Even so, trees will come down. Electricity will flicker, then fail.
Tomorrow afternoon the rain will wane, the wind will pucker out, and everyone will get on with things. Continue reading Hurricane Rest→
Yesterday I talked to a man who passes out cold when he gets a shot. He can watch other people get a shot, like his kids, but point the needle his way… KABOOM! He’s gone! Out like a light! To top it off, he says he always has a nightmare about it that night, which in turn, wakes him up for hours. So the shot knocks him out, but results in a nightmare that keeps him awake. Hmm. It’d be fun to jump out from behind a bush one day with a hypodermic needle just to see what would happen!
Everyone has something that creeps them out. You usually just don’t know what it is. Unfortunately, this is the month everyone seems to face some kind of fear. There’s even a Halloween horror movie marathon running the whole month on cable. Non-stop horror movies is not my cup of tea! Continue reading Horror Stuck on Me!→
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