I'm afraid this night's blog is going to be somewhat of a bust. What can I possibly write about when I haven't done much of anything this whole week. I'm afraid I caught Dick's bug after all, so have been feeling pretty punk, then I gave it back to him just when he was almost over it. We finally did go to the doctor yesterday and he put us both on antibiotics and told us that we had bronchitis. I've had it before, but never as light as this time. It has been about six years since I even had so much as a sniffle, and I have been around a lot of sick people lately. I seem to have developed a pretty good imune system along the way. At any rate, neither of us wanted to expose anyone else to our germs, so we weren't able to go to church Sunday. Dick didn't go to his meeting tonight, and I must say it does seem strange for me to be writing this blog as I hear him listening to television in the living room.
The last time I had bronchitis was about ten or more years ago. I had to be hospitalized because it was so bad. My doctor was out of town so her husband, also a doctor who just happened to be the head of the E.R. was on call for her. I was really in bad shape, and he was taking very good care of me. He had planned to quit the E.R. thing and go into private practice with his wife. After being there for a few days, I knew that I really wanted this guy to take care of me forever so I asked him if he thought his wife would mind if I switched. He laughed and promised me that it would be okay. That is how I became his very first patient in his new practice. I absolutely love that man, and it is almost sinful how long we are at his office whenever either Dick or I have to go. He schedules his office visits carefully and we have never had to wait more than five minutes. He is really a funny guy and spends so much time just visiting and joking around. We are usually there about 45 minutes, sometimes more. I knew something was wrong when we had to wait over 45 minutes just to get in. I had a long list of complaints to go over with him, and boy did he have to hurry. He said he was so backed up because so many people were sick. I can believe it too, because a lot of people I know are down with this bug.
Now don't you find all of this just so interesting? I think maybe I had better sign off and try to promise a better blog next week.
We are invited to go to our fifth great-grandchild's first birthday this coming Saturday. I surely do hope that we can go. I have only seen her once since she was born. We've wanted to go more often, but it never seemed to be a good time for the parents. They live about an hour and a half away. Her name is Charlotte, and I think I will get Dick to help me post a picture of her. I will be devastated if we can't go, so I need you all to pray for us to get well by Saturday. BTW, have you noticed how so many new babies are being named the old-fashioned names? I think it is quite nice, after so many odd names that people were naming their children, especially girls.
This picture was taken right after they moved into their new home. She wasn't very old then, and it was the first time we had seen her. How I loved rocking her in her Mom's rocking chair.
This picture was taken a couple of months ago. I don't have very many pictures of her but once in a while her Grandma, my daughter Nancy, sends me one. She doesn't get to see her very often either, but when she does she takes pictures. She seemed to have lopped her head off, but maybe you can see why I am so anxious to see her.