Tomorrow marks the one month anniversary since I last posted anything - a new record, I think, in my eleven-or-so years of posting here.
Don't take it personally.
My lack of posting is due to a variety of things, none of which are worth mentioning here - or if they are, I've probably mentioned them here before.
I will mention (not that it's worth it) that, most recently, I've been laid up with a stomach/intestinal bug - which is always a good time. What's even less fun is, just as I'm beginning to feel a little bit better (hopefully), as of 1:30 this morning, Sam apparently now has this bug, as well.
Maybe it was even earlier but 1:30 A.M. is when I felt the tapping on my shoulder and, once I realized I wasn't dreaming, cracked opened my eyes to see Sam standing there, telling me he didn't feel well.
After me stumbling (or is it 'fumbling'?) into the bathroom to dig out a heating pad, Sam lay next to me in bed. When he felt things had settled enough, he used the bathroom one more time then returned to his own bed. I covered him up and spent the remaining predawn hours tossing and turning and drifting - and listening for any signs of distress.
The distress finally, regretfully, came a few minutes ago.
Sam just finished getting sick. I rubbed his back as he sweated and clutched the sides of the toilet. And then, once he was done, I helped him to his feet and patted him for awhile.
After getting him situated and comfortable, I scrubbed the toilet - and the rest of the bathroom - and just now put in a load of his laundry (hot water, with bleach, if you're interested).
At this moment, Sam is currently laying on the couch behind me, sucking on some ice chips with a heating pad on his stomach and the "sick-a-bowl" on his lap. (The sick-a-bowl is so named from the many years of various little kids getting sick and needing this particular bowl to be nearby. The name has stuck ever since - though I'm probably the only one who still calls it that.)
Later, when things have settled for a bit, I'll walk over to the store to get some ginger-ale and some popsicles.
But for now, as Sam rests, I'm sitting here. Waiting.
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1 comment:
I''ve mentioned before that there's no such thing as Natural Justice.
Don Henley wrote "Fortune smiles on some, and let's the rest go free." But there's cold comfort in that.
Stating an unpleasant fact doesn't make it any more bearable.
If "Natural Justice" really was a thing, (name your favourite pantomime villain - say, Scott Morrison) would be kneeling over the toilet bowl calling out to God, not Sam.
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