I'm At Death's Door

A quote that I've heard all too many times. Sarah can be a little dramatic when it comes to being sick. You see, she always feels like she's "coming down with something." And there's always the "I think I'm getting sick because my throat is sore." I mean seriously, if I've heard that phrase once, I've heard it a million times.

Picture this, Fort Walton Beach, FL, 1986. A young Sarah Blazer "injured" her ankle. What's a girl to do you ask? Well, try wrapping her foot in an ace bandage - except wrapping the ace bandage on the outside of the shoe. Clearly still injured and dissatisfied with her own medical response, Sarah did the only thing she knew to do - Create her own cane/crutch with an unused shower curtain rod.

Sarah's mother was on the phone with her church's prayer group listening to the day's needs when she saw her very medically resourceful daughter hobbling out to the bus with her make-shift crutch and ace bandage shoe. Of course, she was made to relinquish the crutch and un-bandage her shoe, um, I mean foot.

I tell you this story to tell you that Sarah has been under the weather since Saturday evening. We're not sure if it's the same stomach bug everyone else has battled or if it was a reaction to her dinner at Moe's (Welcome to MOE's!!!!). I'd like to say that I never eat there as I think it's disgusting. Nonetheless, there's been a lot of moaning and groaning (a common trademark of any of Sarah's sicknesses). You can be mid-sentence with her and all of a sudden you hear this hibernating bear sound. Here's an example....

"So church was good today. There were a lot of visitors and everyone said they really enjoyed the [ooooooooooooooooooh, mmmmmmmmmmmmm, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh] music.

Then she tends to flop around - much like a fish. She'll roll one way, then the other, then curl up into the fetal position all while still moaning. You can easily find that she's set up camp in the bathroom. I walked in there while Celie was sleeping and I found Sarah. Leaned up against the wall. Beside the toilet. Moaning and groaning.

It's a sad sight.

I try to play the food game with her to see if anything sounds good at all. I name things that I know she loves and things that I know she hates. She responded negatively to all food options tonight. I brought her some ginger ale from the store and she's currently watching TLC (big surprise) "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant."

Even amid all of Sarah's dramatics, moaning and groaning, she still makes Celie her #1 priority and she does such a great job with her - but trust me, she let's you know it.

Talk to you later!