I know that Herself and I are very close ... but being sick together is taking closeness to a ridiculous level.
Herself rushed me to the Hospital in New York (which I won't mention by name, because Herself is not happy about the 'treatment' I received). I can't really tell you what was happening to me except to say that I felt my tongue was falling back into my throat ... and I couldn't stop it ... it was a very weird feeling. So, we got into a cab, picked up AuntJ along the way and off we went. I was wrapped in a warm blanket and Herself was holding me. We got to the hospital and an Intern (who will be nameless because she had a lousy bedside manner or rather examining table side manner) took me into the examining room looked into my month and immediately said it was one of my teeth in the back that was loose. She took me into another room and yanked it out. No injection, no painkiller ... just yanked. Then she said that I could go home. Herself, herself, was on the verge of getting real sick with a horrendous cold just wanted to take me home, so we left. (after paying the bill, of course).
I didn't feel myself for days ... wasn't interested in eating or playing. But two days later Herself called the Doctor and asked why I wasn't given antibiotics for the "bacteria" she said would be in my mouth ... and even though Herself was sick, she went back to the Hospital to pick up antibiotics which she then put in my food twice a day. Boy, that really knocked me out. I just wanted to sleep all day long.
Herself was sick with 103+ temperature and making sounds that sounded like there is a humongous sea creature living with us. I've gotten use to the sound but she makes it over and over again. The two of us slept during the day and every now and then opened our eyes and looked at each other and said, "oh, you're there ... ok... but I'm going to close my eyes again and go back to sleep" silent conversation.
I felt I was taking care of Herself, you know, looking out for her and I know she was looking after me. We are a bit better today, but just a bit.
I would wait for you by the door, but you would probably find me sleeping on my bed instead.
I'll play with you soon ... just not today.
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