Alphabe-Thursday - "G" is for Graceful - November 4, 2010
"G" is for graceful,
Something I'm not,
When God dispensed attributes,
That's not one I got.
My parents tried hard,
I wore ribbons and lace,
But I'd always end up,
Falling flat on my face.
They put me in dancing,
With dreams of ballet,
I couldn't even master,
A basic plie'!
I worshipped Grace Kelly,
And fancied a life,
With a most handsome prince,
Taking me for a wife.
I tried out for sports,
Perhaps, tennis, I thought,
But, no, it was judo,
Where I fought and I fought.
And wouldn't you know it,
It was my destiny,
I wanted a daughter,
Three sons came to me!
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Dear Followers and Fellow Bloggers -
Please forgive me for my absence for the past few days. I was supposed to
be at a CA Sexual Assault Investigators conference in Napa, meeting up with the
best nurse buddies of my life, getting the 20 continuing education units remaining to
renew my nursing license in November, sampling lots of good wine, staying at the
lovely Napa Valley Marriott ( which my dear friend, Kris Bleything was footing the bill for )
and I was down for the count. I haven't really felt well for a long time - wasn't even up to
par in New Orleans but we really didn't do that much partying and I slept a lot. Since my
return, I've had the blah, achy all over, then Sunday, I felt like I'd been on a month long
trip to the fringes of a third world country, eaten a bad batch of frijoles and couldn't keep
anything down. Napa was out of the question and I begin shivering violently - couldn't
even hold the mouse in my hand. With the space heater next to me and under my heated
throw, I just couldn't get warm. Turista, Montezuma's revenge, Delhi belly, all of them
combined seemed to be attacking and, for three days, I consumed nothing other than
sips of chicken broth, water, gatorade and jello.
Today, I finally made it the two miles to my doctor who looked at me and ordered all sorts of
labs including blood cultures and stool cultures and started me on Cipro and Flagyl for
ten days. No alcohol on ten days with the Flagyl but, right now, if someone offered me a
bottle of Kristal, I think I'd upchuck. The positive thing is that I've lost five pounds in three
The tremors have subsided a bit but I can't sit up for more than a few minutes. The trip
to the doc nearly did me in. Fortunatley I had my "G" post for Alphabe done last week.
I beg your tolerance and understanding in my absence from your wonderful blogs. I will
get back when I can stay out of the bathroom long enough to write. I love you all.