Speaking of sicknesses, I was reading over at BigMama this morning and she is sick. Unto death, apparently. She is working on pneumonia, while her husband, P, cries out from his sickbed. And Caroline rides around on her Disney Princess scooter, but that's another story.
Anyway, that whole thing reminded me of a story my friend, Karen, told me. She had a stomach virus and, miracle of miracles, she lived through it. When her husband, Tom, got it, he was so weak he couldn't park himself in the bathroom on the floor like most of us do. He had to lie down on the bed with his head hanging off the side over a garbage can. And it was so bad he couldn't hold his head up, so Karen sat there holding it up for him. At some point he looked up at her and mumbled, "You've never been this sick."
And though he was speaking in all seriousness, Karen and Ben and I have laughed about that for years.
And if you've ever wondered where great bloggers get their ideas for writing a new post every day, read BigMama's helpful hints. You'll never get writer's block again.
Be thankful ~