Just Rambling.

I had the dreaded stomach virus all weekend, Friday evening through Sunday. My sweet man was in SC hunting so it was just myself with Chrissy and Sam, my husband's dog. My little mother has always been one to care for and continues to do so as best she can even with this "brain death", Bob DeMarco's words. So Saturday I had hoped to stay at home and check in with her by phone, thinking once she knew I wasn't well and just next door, that would be okay. In less than an hour, after answering repeated phone calls where she was just checking on me, I thought I might as well be on her sofa and throwing up in her bathroom. I kid you not, with every trip to the bathroom she would follow and just kept yelling out my name - as if hearing her would make me stop throwing up! She would lean over me and say "we use to always give our kids sprite" - I'd say okay and off she went to get sprite. Another time it was "we use to always give our kids jello," and with assistance, we both had jello that afternoon. Later that evening her phone rang as she was in her bedroom; I took the phone to her knowing she wouldn't want to miss a call. Afterwards she comes into the living room, lays the phone down, and clearly states - "please do not disturb me again" - Those words are so out of character - she is such a hoot sometimes! It simply says she was worn out.

The following day I was still on her sofa, different jammies, and no longer throwing up. Mother wanted to repay my husband for picking up some trash bags for her. Handing the money over she stated she "wasn't broke yet, badly bent but not broke." Never ever have I heard that phrase from her!

I'm back at work today and have just checked messages, two of which are from Chrissy reminding me to eat something for lunch.