tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11125127.post116631483087196769..comments2023-05-02T10:52:43.408-04:00Comments on Church of the Big Sky: Stomach bug from hellMerujohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14123831956012950960noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11125127.post-1166397734309448852006-12-17T18:22:00.000-05:002006-12-17T18:22:00.000-05:00Well..still in mourning over my father's death and...Well..still in mourning over my father's death and the diminishment of my already small family. I didn't want to spend the holidays sunk in that, if it makes any sense. Got out all of my Christmas cards (close to 70, I think), made five wreaths (some for friends) and put up three trees and hope to do some baking (for friends) this week and just going out at night and walking around the city. Oh...and located an older friend of my late mother in a nursing home (stroke) and going to see her and take her Christmas flowers from her son in Phoenix(that's how I found her..he sent a sympathy card.) So yeah..staying busy so I can't brood.Washington Cubehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02892459114050731786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11125127.post-1166342666760218462006-12-17T03:04:00.000-05:002006-12-17T03:04:00.000-05:00I am reminded of the worst stomach bug I've had in...I am reminded of the worst stomach bug I've had in recent memory. Not quite as long-lasting as your current one, but incredibly intense - had I been at home when it hit, I would have gone to the emergency room, no question.<BR/><BR/>Unfortunately, when it hit was on the flight from Denver to Atlanta to go to my Mom's funeral.<BR/><BR/>Seriously - when I got on the plane in Denver, I felt great. Dragging myself off the plane in Atlanta with a fistful of airsick bags, I could only walk for a couple hundred feet at a time, until we resorted to having my kids (4 and 6 at the time) push me through the airport in a wheelchair while my husband wrangled all the luggage. (They actually pitched in cheerfully and did a great job, though they left a little to be desired in the steering department.)<BR/><BR/>This was on a Thursday - I did improve enough to attend my Mom's service that Saturday. I always wondered, though, if a lot of the other attendees were thinking, "Poor thing, she really looks like she's taking it extra hard!" Plus I ended up with a temporary retinal problem due to all the, erm, violent upheaval.<BR/><BR/>Which, in your case, makes me want to say "Take extra good care of your retinas!" - except I'm not sure how one would do this...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11125127.post-1166322789034802702006-12-16T21:33:00.000-05:002006-12-16T21:33:00.000-05:00I'd love one. And I'd love to send one in return, ...I'd love one. And I'd love to send one in return, so please don't forget a return address on this one! ;-)<BR/><BR/>Sorry to hear you're feeling icky. Nothing worse than stomach crud. Hope you're feeling better ASAP.Janet Kincaidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01396294382570650966noreply@blogger.com