Rigby Is My Son

Rigby woke us up at 4:45 this morning scratching at the back door. I dragged myself out of bed and let him out to do his thing in the backyard. He went out and ate grass. I knew this was a bad sign. He laid down in the grass so I picked him up and brought him back inside so I could get some more sleep. Normally he would jump up on the bed and sleep with us but he didn't this morning.

Rigby and me

At 5:30am he started scratching at the door again so Pat got up with him this time. I got dressed so I could go outside and see what was going on. He was just laying in grass breathing heavy. I sat on the grass with him petting him and telling him that everything. He scared me really badly.

We went inside and I gave him some water with ice cubes in it and he seemed to like that. Then I hooked him up and took him out the front for a short walk. Usually he wants to stay outside but he didn't want to this morning. We walked for a short time but he turned around and took me home. I offered him a doggy treat and he took it. It was the first sign that he was going to be alright and believe me, I was happy to see that.

Rigby is such a good boy

After my yoga practice I fixed Rigby his breakfast which he snubbed. Very unusual. I also fixed my breakfast which he normally begs for and he wasn't interested. Hmmm...what to do? I remembered that I had some turkey breast in the fridge and he loves it so I offered him a small piece and he took it. He ended up eating the whole thing. I put some in his food and he ate that too.

He is still not feeling his best but I can tell he is MUCH better than he was before. I remember saying to him "you're only three years old. The universe wouldn't do that to me again so soon. You are not Mac." I'm happy to say that he proved me right. After all, he is my son just like Mac was.

Mac and me

I would like to mention that my good friend Richard Simmons unexpectedly lost his beloved dalmation Dolly yesterday. I remember how it felt when Mac died. I want to let Richard know that I am thinking of him today. He will be on QVC and I'm sure he will be his usual "court jester" on the outside but crying on the inside. I love you, Richard. I'm so sorry about Dolly.

Now It's My Turn

I was working at Curves last Tuesday and I was telling the ladies about Pat and how sick he had gotten. I told them that I took care of him, gave him his medicine, made chicken soup and keep an eye on him. I also said that I was very happy that I had been lucky and not caught whatever it was that he had. One of the ladies, Betsy, said "Well, it's not over yet. You still could be incubating something." Well, guess what? She was right. I was incubating something. Now I am full blown sick. Whaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!! Yep, that was me whining!!

I feel like crap and I have to work tonight anyway. One of my co-workers is out of town and Lisa will not care that I am sick. She will tell me to stay behind the desk and tell everyone that I am trying not to get them sick. Lisa doesn't work double shifts and she is working this morning so I am not even going to bother calling in sick. I also have to work tomorrow morning. I just hope I am feeling better then.

On a happier note, Kerry is coming home tomorrow for about 10 days and I can't wait. We are going to the Coldplay concert In West Palm Beach on May 15th and I am really looking forward to that. We will also go window shopping. Note I said window shopping. Money is tight and the days of frivolous spending are gone. I'm sure Kerry will talk me into something. :)

The face I can't say no to. The kid!

I Have A Sick Little Boy On My Hands

Pat came home sick yesterday. He doesn't get sick often but when he does it's usually a doozie. He can be very stubborn and usually won't give into the symptoms of whatever he may have. He also never admits to being sick unless he really feels terrible.

I got home from work last night before Pat got home. He was visiting his mother who came down to her condo in Delray for a little vacation. She has been down for two weeks and is catching her flight back home this morning so last night was Pat's last chance to spend time with her. She's 86 years old now so you never know if the last time you see her will the the LAST time you see her so even though he was sick he went to see her. He was sure to stay away from her and not infect her. No hugs, no kisses, no human contact.

When he came home, I took one look at him and I knew he was sick. I asked him how he was doing and he answered "I feel terrible. I am as sick as a dog". At that moment I knew he was really really sick. I ran to Walgreens and got him some Nyquil. I got him into bed, tucked him in and gave him his medicine. Just like he was a little kid and I was his mommy.

Pat and his mommy :)

We turned on the big screen TV and switched between Tiger Woods (go Tiger!!) on the Golf Channel and Game 6 and a must win game for the Miami Heat (go Heat!!). Pat fell asleep right after half time. I fell asleep hoping he would be feeling better but that did not happen. He woke up feeling horrible and is laying in bed sleeping as we speak.

I am going to go food shopping today to get the nessary ingredients to make my mother's chicken soup. It always made me feel better when I was a sick kid which is how Pat is feeling right now. A little jewish penicillin may be just what he needs. I hope so because it's looking like it's going to be a very long weekend.

So far I am feeling good. If what Pat has is just a regular old form of the flu I should stay well because I got a flu shot this year and Pat didn't. If what Pat has is just a regular cold I'm on a slippery slope. If it's the Swine Flu we are both screwed.

Yes Laura, We Won

Yes Laura, The Gators won. The first half was especially ugly with Timmy Tebow throwing two, count them, two interceptions. That's as many as he had thrown all season. He did pick it up in the second half and our defense played great the whole game. They stopped the Sooners at first and goal twice with The Gators taking over on downs. Tim Tebow was named Most Valuable Player and Gainesville went crazy. Both of these events were expected. Kerry tells me that University Drive was filled with thousands of kid both celebrating and drunk. Life is good in the Gator Nation. See below.





On another note, I am feeling like crap. I've got a full blown head cold and I'm spending the day in bed. I was feeling alright until the end of my shift at Curves last night. I started stuffing up and not being able to hear that well. Lisa asked me to work tonight but being sick I said no. I hope I am feeling better tomorrow. I hate to waste a three day weekend in bed.

I'm going to crawl into bed now. See ya. GO GATORS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Being sick sucks

I woke up Wednesday morning not feeling well. I was sick enough to call Juliana and cancel my private yoga session. You know that I must have been really sick to do that. She was very understanding considering I gave her less than an hours notice that I was cancelling. I layed around in bed most of the day in hopes that I would feel better the next day.

I woke up yesterday feeling worse than I did on Wednesday. That blew off another yoga practice and once again I spent the whole day in bed. I drank tea, took aspirin for the aches and pains and curled up with Rigby. Once again I was hoping that I would feel better when I woke up today. Well, that didn't happen. I am still feeling pretty crappy. I have a headache, my throat is sore and my nose is clogged and I can't breathe too well. Someone get the Afrin.

The main problem with being sick is that with nothing else to do I find myself with my head in the fridge. You would think that not feeling well I would not have any appetite. Unfortunately, that is not the case. I have yet to be too sick to eat. The last two days have been horrible eating days. I need to get back on track with my food.

Work just called to see if I could come in this morning. Michelle didn't recognize my voice. She thought I was a man. Well, that's not good. Too bad. I could have used the extra hours. I am on the schedule for tonight so I am going to hang out in bed this morning and hope that I am feeling better later on in the day.

Next year I am getting a flu shot. Being sick sucks.