There was no Christmas tree.
No twinkling lights.
No Christmas dinner.
Not fruitcake nor eggnog.
I had only one present and that was one I did not want!
Santa brought me a respiratory infection. I don’t think that was on my list.
The gift that keeps on giving. I was down and out for weeks.
At first I resisted going to the doctor as I did not want to be medicated.
Also, I thought I could shake it off.
After many sleepless nights, I was desperate for relief.
I went to urgent care and the doctor loaded me up with prescription drugs.
So many in fact, that I had to write down when to take them and with food or no food.
A word of gratitude for the medical system. I saw the doctor at 8 A.M. Later that same day, my prescription drugs were filled and I was back at home resting.
Today is the first day in weeks that I have felt close to normal. Yet I am taking it easy and finishing my prescriptions. I am not out of the woods yet!
My friends did check on me with offers of food and help.
One friend sent over a wonderful dinner from her Christmas Eve Party so at least there was some healthy food in my refrigerator.
Another friend came over with her granddaughter who gave me an ornament for my poor little bare tree. An earlier gift of homemade brownies was much appreciated too.
Ginny, my Goldendoodle was content to sleep by the couch or bed while I slept.
So, even though I was sick, I was loved and cared for which is truly the best gift of all.