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Glad to be Alive Glad to be Alive Busy, busy, busy. Do I start with the social butterfly stuff? The flu? The food poisoning? Let me see where I left off... Ok, you know Ms., aka my better half, had the flu. She was sick for a week. I did everything I could to keep from getting it myself. I washed my hands until they were chapped and raw. I followed her with disinfectant wipes cleaning everything she touched. Including the remote control for the TV. As a smoker, I have that coating of tar on my lungs that nothing, not even oxygen can get past. I was sure I was in the clear...Until Friday morning dawned. Well, actually I awakened before the dawn, at 4:23 am, CST. But I'm getting ahead of myself... Thursday night Bonnie had a Mary Kay facial party. Small group in attendance. Bonnie brought food from the deli department at Dillon's. Chicken, veggies, some deviled eggs. I'd had curried chicken earlier so I wasn't real hungry. I ate two of the eggs and some of the chicken. We had a great time pampering our hands and our faces and I discovered that their lip mask is a wonderful thing for our dry, cold Kansas winters. I also discovered they've discontinued my favorite lotion, the one that smells like Kisses by Candlelight. Bummer. Still a good time was had by all. Which brings me to 4:23 am, CST... I woke feeling like the contents of my stomach were riding a little high. I just figured that maybe I ate too much the night before. After about ten minutes I got to feeling that I would probably feel much better if I just went and threw up. Now I hate to throw up. I can remember the last time I threw up; it was March of 1997 when I got the flu from someone at Dinah Shore weekend. I will do anything in the world to avoid having to puke. I wandered into the bathroom, but I still wasn't really ready to toss my cookies. In preparation for that minute when I might cross the threshold, I cleaned the toilet, made sure there was plenty of tissue and re-arranged the rugs into a more comfortable configuration. Then I went back to bed. I lasted until 5:32 am, CST. When I was finally ready to vomit, it was a violent affair. I am not a quiet puker. I was practically screaming as each incredibly painful muscle contraction gripped me. The Kid thought I was yelling at Ms., aka my better half. It was one of the longest ten minutes of my life. Spent, I again returned to my nice warm bed where I was able to remain for about another fifty minutes. Then I resumed worshiping at the porcelain altar for another 10 minutes, again wracked with spasms that tore me in half. I was able to sleep pretty much undisturbed for the next 24 hours. And then I was fine. It obviously was not the flu as we know personally that it lasts a week. No one else at the party got sick. My guess is that Dillon's probably does deviled eggs in batches of 60 or so and then wraps them in packages of six, twelve and twenty-four. There may well have been other bad eggs in the larger batch they made, but only one of them made it into the package of six that Bonnie served. I thought the egg tasted funny, but I didn't know if it was funny as in that's not how I make my deviled eggs or funny as in I think there's something wrong with this egg. My aunt and uncle from California were due on Saturday for a day of antiquing and auctions. She called at about 9 pm on Friday night when I was still feeling pretty awful. I didn't know if I was going to make the play we had tickets for Saturday night, much less run around during the day with them so she said they'd be by later in the day. Well Saturday morning I felt pretty damn good. My sides ached, but I had a bit of an appetite and no urge to puke. Unfortunately I also had no way to get a hold of my relatives to let them know I was feeling better. I didn't know what their schedule was, but kept thinking they'd be there late morning or early afternoon. Most of the day goes by until they call at 4:30. Keep in mind that since I'm feeling better, we are going ahead with our plans for dinner and the play. Plus we are meeting another couple for the dinner and play. We'd already had to reschedule the play once because Ms., aka my better half, had the flu and thank heavens for a small town as I was able to trade the tickets for the next week. But this is the last weekend for the play; there will be no trading of tickets again. So aunt and uncle showed up about five wanting to not spend much time with the sickie, but wanting to take Ms., aka my better half, and The Kid to dinner at Puffy's. Well I apologize and explain and apologize again that we have other obligations. We have a rushed visit before they go back to their hotel in Topeka, but we make arrangements to meet them in Topeka for breakfast and visit some more. We did meet up with them the next day at the Hanover Pancake House in beautiful downtown Topeka. It was nice to see them and I feel bad that we didn't get to spend as much time with them as we had planned, but I'm not sure there's anything I could have done to change the situation. I do have her cell phone number now so that in the future I can reach her. The play was wonderful. I didn't think it was going to be something I would enjoy, but Camping with Henry and Tom was a very funny show. It held my interest the whole way through and the acting was pretty darn good. It was at The Columbian Theater which is a small room so there's no such thing as a bad seat. We were third row center. We really enjoyed the other couple that attended with us. Now, are you ready for the weird part about this couple? You remember that Ms., aka my better half, was in therapy? Well she�s been declared �cured� so that to her means it�s okay to socialize with her therapist. It was the first time we'd socialized and they were a hoot. After the play ended they came back to the house and we talked for probably two more hours. I�m glad to have a new couple of lesbians to socialize with, but it means that the next time Ms., aka my better half, goes off the deep end, I have to start hunting all over again to find her a therapist. Sunday The Kid and Ms., aka my better half, golfed as the weather is turning nicer. I played catch up on the email and stuff I missed being sick and out socializing. The three of us accepted an invitation to dinner from our lesbian neighbors across the pond. We went to a new pizza place in town and there was much laughter and good food. The more time I spend with them the more I like them. They are really home bodies, just like us, because they also have a ton of animals and it�s so hard to get anybody good to watch them while you travel. Monday there was a death in the family. Now before you send sympathies, know that it wasn't a person or animal that died. It was the TV. My ProScan. My I'm-single-with-no-kids-so-yes-I-can-spend-twelve-hundred-dollars-on-a-TV TV. Boo hoo. Well, it was twelve years old and it's a high end TV so it's worth fixing, but I talked to the tech at Wizards and he said the problem is getting parts for a TV that old, especially a high end one. So I measured the entertainment center to see how much room I had to work with. See, I bought this entertainment center from my old hairdresser in CA who sold it to me because her TV was too big for it. I find myself living in a town so small, there are only two places where you can buy a TV! At least it saved on the running around. And only one of them had a TV that was the same size screen as the ProScan and would fit in the e-center without me having to settle for a smaller screen size. Everyone is putting the speakers on the side of the screen now, which makes the TV's wider than they used to be. So we had to do without a TV for a day, but we're back on track now. Listening to: local nightly news broadcast Smelling: pringles cheezums Reading: stephen woodworth through violet eyes Mood: upbeat
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