Friday, January 05, 2007

Back from the Edge of

not death, but feeling like death warmed over.
My throat is no longer lined with broken glass. It now has a lining more like ... fine grained sandpaper.

Thanks to all the well-wishers during my icky-ness. It's nice to know folks who have never seen my face are so concerned about my health.
And I promise you'll get a REAL blog later today or tomorrow at the latest.


Rabbit said...

Glad you're feeling better. Drink some tea and try to endure the rest of the day.

See if you can get DH to wait on you all weekend :D


G Bro said...

Get well soon, hon!

Flo said...

I had to tell Nurse Ratchet to leave because she kept saying you should put your big girl panties on and deal with it and write a real blog already.

I tried pointing out to her that your last blog was an exceptionally thought provoking one.

She said oh no, that was on Wednesday, and you always give Flo a hard time if she doesn't post at least every other day.

So I said that was different because you were sick.

She said...well, you know why they call her Nurse Ratchet.

So I said it was about time for her to do her med rounds.

Then she said.........."I'm leaving already!!" as I pulled out my .45 automatic hypodermic.

Whew! Now FLO doesn't have to write another blog for several days. Talking to yourself is hard work!

HollyB said...

Thanks for saving me from Nurse R. Shudder!
And yes, you are excused from blogging til Monday.

Ambulance Driver said...

Uh Holly?

Try to get better soon...because someone has to get Flo back on her meds. I think The Voices are starting to get to loud for her again...

Matt G said...

Every day, I get down on my knees, and thank Gawd that I'm a man.

G Bro said...

Why, Matt? So fine Southern ladies such as these can tell you what to do?


HollyB said...

Ambo Driver, allow me to introduce you to Saint Flo. My Sistah with MPD. She's not hearing Voices, per se... just one of her personalities talking to the dominant personality. There's Nurse R, the Pilot, the Lady, the Mom, the Blogger, the FarmWife, the Bull Castrator, who grew out of the Farm Wife, and many, many others. If we put her on meds, she'd be just plain ole Flo, not even the lively Floozie who sometimes pops up. You wouldn't want to be responsible for THAT would you?