Friday, June 17, 2011

Tomorrow is another day...

A month or so ago, when I was being overly dramatic about something rather insignificant, Jeff conjured up a new nickname for me. In his comforting way, he talked me down and pointed out the molehill under my make-believe mountain. He also endearingly called me "Scarlett O'Sarah". It's become our running joke. It helps me gain perspective of my sometimes all-or-nothing way of thinking. (And it also brings to mind the hilarious Carol Burnett curtain-dress scene in their "Went with the Wind" parody, which can't help but bring a smile.)

So today, as I lie sick for the fourth day in a row with cough, chest congestion, killer sinuses, and ear blockage, I hear a stirring refrain swell up and the words "I'm going to live through this and when it's all over, I'll never be [sick] again"!


  1. :( Being sick just stinks. Sorry to you hear you're under the weather and hope you're recovered soon.

  2. Are you feeling better? Poor thing! Nothing's worse then being sick in the summertime.

  3. Yucky! Things could always be worse, at least you don't have the chicken pox!

  4. Thanks to all for the sympathy. I think I'm finally on the mend, but I must have the immune system of an amoeba. I seem to get anything and everything that goes around. Working in pediatrics was the worst, so at least I'm not exposed as much now.

    I did hear about the chicken pox issue out there in OK; hope all of you avoid it (or at least had it the last time it went around ;-).