I am feeling better. I can hold my head up and stay awake for longer than 40 minutes at a time. I finally took some Immodium so I wouldn’t have to spend most of those 40 minutes in the bathroom. (I know, TMI)
I want to thank each of you for your kind wishes on my last blog post. I haven’t felt much like sitting up and don’t know how many of you I’ll get to visit before I go back down.
Having the flu is a real drag. Nothing can make it better, but I have to tell you that Thom sure went a long way in helping. There was no way I was driving Amoeba to the airport. I emailed Thom with barely any time to spare and asked him if he could. He immediately agreed. Then, when he came to get Amoeba, he asked me if I needed anything from the store. I asked for chicken soup and apple juice and I gave him a $20.00 bill. Then Thom took my Amoeba away and I went to bed.
No sooner did I fall asleep then the phone rang. It was Amoeba. He said, “Would you walk over to my desk and look to see if my laptop is there?” I did. It was. Amoeba said, “I need that.” So I called Thom, who was driving back from the airport, and he agreed to come get the computer and deliver it to Amoeba!
Thom arrived to pick up the computer. He carried into the house Alka-Seltzer Plus, a 12 pack of 7-Up, 6 cans of chicken soup, 2 liters of Pomegrante Juice and a gallon of Apple Juice. Then he took Amoeba’s computer and shot back out the door. As he was leaving he apologized for skipping his usual Hawaiian greeting — a hug and a kiss on the cheek — but he said he was already feeling under-the-weather himself, and didn’t want to add my bugs to the mix. And on top of all that he returned my $20.00 bill.
This afternoon Thom called to see how I was feeling and if I needed anything. I told him I was fine and asked about his health. He’d told me that he’d just left the doctor’s office. He has bronchitis and an ear infection.
So, let me recap, Thom made two trips to the airport — when one is above and beyond the call of friendship — did my grocery shopping — getting not only what I wanted, but what he thought I should have, and he refused payment — and did all this while he, himself, was sick. They just don’t make friends any better than that. (Ms. Julie, you can be proud of your boy, he’s a good one!)