Jan 19, 2019
Ok, because I am feeling under the weather, you get my memories of childhood illness.
Not the yucky part, just the happening.
Being sick meant warm blankets, plenty of rest and special attention from mom. I don’t remember being sick often, or having sickness be a horrible thing, except for the remedies. Complain about an upset stomach and you had two choices...warm milk with melted butter (horrible) or warm 7-Up, with the instructions to “drink it while it is fizzy.” To this day I can’t drink 7-Up without thinking of throwing up.
I do remember that if I was sick, Mary had either been sick right before me or would be right after. We shared a room and toys and time, so also health. Mary had severe sore throats so we both had our tonsils removed. I got the mumps one week and Mary the next. Measles, chicken pox, and the rest ... we did it like tag team wrestlers. I feel better so “tag...you’re it!”My poor mother had to be a nurse consecutively till we both healed. Poor mom. When I see parents today with more than one young child I hope they have the love and grace my mom did to get us through it.
I don’t relish illness, but the warmth of healing will always be what I remember.
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