Friday, December 28, 2007

Strep throat and a Christmas miracle

Well, it happened. I was forced to stop moving with only 3 days left until Christmas. It is only now that I can even catch up on blogging because it has been such a whirlwind of Christmas activity.

I woke up in the middle of the night feeling like a truck ran over me and could not swallow even the slightest bit of moisture in my very dry mouth. "I'll feel better in the morning", I thought. Morning came and guess what? I felt worse. I despise going to the doctor and I said these words to my husband, "I have to get to an Urgent Care - now." He knew then that I was really sick.

I went and the diagnosis was Strep throat. A prescription of antibiotics and rest were my orders. "Rest!?!?!? With shopping still to be done, cookies to be baked, wrapping not finished there is absolutely no way can I rest!" I said this to the doctor as I lay on the table because I could not even hold my head up. Rest were the doctor's orders.

So, I went home and rested. It was during this restful time when I stopped long enough to look around my house and the laundry. What a mess! I even had 3 loads of clean laundry that sat in baskets unfolded. And this is when it happened, y'all. A true Christmas miracle. My husband folded those clothes.

Now before you think I am husband bashing here, please know this. I am not doing that! I am a blessed woman. Spoiled beyond belief. He is an excellent provider and will take care of most anything I need him too around the house eventually. But he does not touch laundry and I am okee dokee with that. I think it is more that we are both really scared for him to do the laundry. White to pink, darks with lights, delicate with jeans - OH MY THE HORROR!

As he folded the clothes, I looked in love at this man and thanked God for him. He must really know how sick I was. I especially felt the love for him when he held up my daughters undies and asked if they were mine. She is barely 60 pounds and I am, well more than 60 pounds. Thank you, honey. He also made dinner, cleaned the kitchen, bathed the kids and put them to bed. Which he does often, but this night it was a special blessing considering I was too sick to move from my day of watching TV on the couch. Then the next day...he got strep throat. My turn to return the favor. Oh, wait, don't I do this all the time?

All in all, we got everything finished that needed to be done for our special Christmas!


PJ said...

May you New Year begin Strep-free!! With you feelin' fit as a fiddle! God bless.

zulu said...

I remember how fussy Keith was about his shirts being properly ironed. Also his shoes had to be well polished. Other memories. "Yikes!" what a smell. or "Ooh boy!" when he spotted a cheetah.

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