The bug that has rearranged my schedule in recent days is starting to yield to chicken soup, clear liquids and bed rest. I just wish I could remember what day it is.
Being housebound for a few days has me slightly befuddled. I keep thinking tomorrow is a teaching day (it's not) and that today is Monday (it isn't). It's a little like being on vacation -- without the fun.
Days like this find me nostalgic for the family doctor who made house calls when I was a kid and for those long days in bed, being pampered by my mom, when I was too sick to go to school.
That doctor -- like house calls -- is long gone, and Mom can barely take care of herself.
Growing up isn't all it's cracked up to be.
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