Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Well, alive at any rate

Ambulatory enough to get to the doctors and sit in their waiting room for 40 odd minutes past the appointed time. Honestly that place is worthy of a rant in its own right... but one doesn't have the energy. Their best guess to date is that the pneumonia is living in small pockets in the lungs and coming out for sniper attacks. Not bad enough to flag their attention... until this time. This time was bad enough. It was the two days spent sleeping 22/24 hours a day with a raging temperature wasn't it?

Actually that was a creepy sensation. One minute you were laying there thinking probably should eat something and the next the eyes fluttered open again... an hour and a half later. Throughout this He has been a faithful companion...

Growing up we used to have Dachshunds. They are bright, intelligent dogs who were originally bred to hunt rabbits, hence all that loose skin. They are an ideal working dog because carved into their DNA is will work for food. Not that ours ever did anything as menial as work of course. They were pets in every pampered meaning of the word.

Whenever one was sick as a child they were sick too. Now, one would like to say it was because they were fiercely loyal, which they were, but one is still somewhat inclined to believe it might have been linked to the fact that meals were delivered to the bed on trays at very regular intervals... far more food that one small sick child could eat alone. Never the less they were there on the bed until called away for their three meals a day plus a hot drink last thing at night. Oh yes they were pampered dogs... the British are literally a little barking mad about their pets. They are a family member and accorded full rights as such J

He is somewhat like those hounds... there. Whenever one woke in a fit of coughing His hand was there reaching out to pat one gently. Every time the eyelids fluttered open for longer than a few minutes He tried to poke some food down. Admittedly He does seem to have a hazy idea of what suitable convalesce food should look like... Chinese chilli noodles are probably a stretch, as is a nice cold cuts sandwich or mint slices... shudders... but he did manage to follow instructions to the letter and produce some scrambled eggs.
And His mummy made freshly squeezed orange juice from tree in the back yard...
Who could ask for more? J

2 comments:

Storm said...

You do realize that you will never be able to make him sound completely evil ever again after this post?

Good to see you are returning to the world of the living!

Kitty the Submissive Wife said...

I just need to see you up and hugging morning mouse...

All this sickness makes me sad. :(