So AGMA has a great idea for a post. It’s gonna be good – starts out with a quote from Shakespeare.
High brow stuff, ya know?
But then I just stared at the quote for 5 minutes trying to figure out how to cleverly ease into my topic as I am wont to do. Ya know?
And nothing. Zip. Nada. Blank. Like the Orange One’s cerebral cortex.
But it’s not writers block.
‘member how, last week, I was in Chicago helping my son and DIL move into a house? And ‘member how I wasn’t really sure I was looking forward to it? And ‘member how I wasn’t sure I would even survive the week?
The good news is that AGMA did indeed survive. The bad new is that the whole Chicago crew was sick.
Son and DIL had horrible hacking coughs. Cutest Grandson In The World had an ear infection. And 7 month old Wonder Woman Jr. had a cold. A bad one.
Poor critter. She was coughing, sneezing and runny nosing most of the week. But surprisingly, she was in a delightful mood, babbling sweetly away at me. Most of the time.
I won’t bore you with AGMA’s obsession with her oh so cute and oh so delightful grand daughter. Just know about the only thing I didn’t catch on video was when fluids and solids were flung out of various orifices. Her’s not mine.
And the gal can fling…
Every piece of clothing I wore during the day received their fair share of baby spit up. My shoes too. Even though most of the time she wore a bib the size of a Mexican serape. I’m not really sure how that happened.
Because she didn’t feel well, she need a lot of attention and holding. I mean a lot of holding. Every nap. And she takes 4 naps a day.
The first nap of the first day, Nana AGMA held her until she fell asleep. But she was having none of it when I tried putting her in her crib. She screamed. I picked her up and rocked her. This little scene played out four…count ‘em…..four times.
I gave up. She slept on me for an hour.
Then I had an epiphany. I only get to see her once every couple of months. I didn’t want to be known as the Nana AGMA who let her precious grand daughter cry herself to sleep. Oh, of course it was all fine and good for my kids to do that when they were babies, but not my sweet V. Funny how that works.
She took her naps on my shoulder for the rest of my visit.
Her mom put her down in her crib at night. I figured my DIL could deal with the “Nana effect”.
At one point last Wednesday, Wonder Woman Jr. sneezed directly in my face.
It all happened so fast. There was no time for protection or deflection.
Even though I washed my face a few minutes after being doused, AGMA knew it was just a matter of time. I could feel the cold virus‘, who beat a hasty retreat up into my nasal passages, marching relentlessly toward my adenoid area. They were positively giddy at the thought of reproducing in my nose.
Actually, I probably was already a goner before she sneezed.
According to the Mayo Clinic, colds spread by:
- Skin-to-skin contact (there were plenty of hugs)
- Saliva (lots of kissing a drool covered face)
- Touching contaminated surfaces (bib’s, burp clothes, toys, you name it…)
- Airborne respiratory droplets (sneezes and coughs)
I got home Saturday evening. Coughing. But I though I had dodged the bullet because I felt okay.
Until this morning.
AGMA has fuzzy brain, a sore throat, coughs, muscle aches and is sleepy.
But even though I feel like crap now, I wouldn’t have changed a thing about last week. AGMA, as it turns out, was very happy to help out. And get all of those hugs, snuggles and kisses.
Priceless, even if they were virus infected.
So for the next few days, AGMA’s going to be laying low. I’ve got to get better.
I’m running 15 miles on Saturday with my marathon group. And another 6.2 on Tuesday, July 4th. With 59,999 of my close friends. In AJC Peachtree Road Race, the largest 10K in the world. Yes – the world.
Running in Altanta in July. Heat, hills and humidity.
It’s gonna be great!
So, Happy 4th of July USA friends! AGMA wants you to take hope, courage and inspiration from our founding mothers and fathers in that we the people can successfully defeat an oppressive regime.
“When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another…”
Thomas Jefferson. Very smart man.
And OMG, OMG, OMG – don’t forget – the TOUR DE FRANCE starts on Saturday, July 1!!!!!!
Three glorious weeks of the men in spandex. And ya’ll know how AGMA feels about the men in spandex.
I’m starting to feel better already…