Posted Wed, 04/25/07
I recently recovered from a five-day bout with intestinal flu. I literally thought I was going to die, and spent much of the illness huddled in bed. I didn't have the wherewithal to brush my hair, wash my face, eat, drink liquids or do much of anything else. I was a lifeless being.
Finally, on the third day I was able to keep down some Sprite and then a few bites of chicken pot pie. From there my health gradually improved. I'm not sure where I picked up the virus since I don't leave the house on a regular basis. I'm assuming it's a bug Wilbert brought home from the hospital.
Wilbert and the babies gave me the following card during my malaise:
(Pictured above): The front cover and inside of a "get-well" card Wilbert and the babies gave to me. Click on the images to see their larger sizes in a new window.
Animals seem to sense when their loved ones are under the weather. At various times throughout my illness, the babies took turns staying close to me and sticking their noses in my face. I prefer my furry children as medicinal therapy to that of a doctor's cold stethoscope.
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