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###less###p(((great)))###less###a href="http://terrymarotta.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/my-zombie-mate.jpg"(((great)))###less###img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-16337" alt="my zombie mate" src="http://terrymarotta.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/my-zombie-mate.jpg?w=257&h=300" width="257" height="300" /(((great)))###less###/a(((great)))You tend to find it sort of funny when OTHER people get sick, perversely enough. When my man got sick the other day I felt so entertained by the sight of his coat just thrown on the newel post when I got back from the store, his dress shirt thrown on the bureau, a puddle of socks beside the bed. “He ###less###em(((great)))never###less###/em(((great))) leaves his clothes like this! What a rascal!” I thought.###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))But then there he was in the bed, still ###less###em(((great)))wearing###less###/em(((great))) his pants, ###less###em(((great)))and###less###/em(((great))) his belt, still clinking with pocket-change though under the covers. He had that Walking Dead look like the zombies in the gory AMC series. (Well, he lacked the missing lower jaw and the bloody drool – but he sure had that 1000-yard stare.)###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))I took his temp: 102.3. “You have to take something!” I cried and ran to the bathroom and ransacked the cabinets. Nothing in there of a helpful nature, not a single thing but eye shadow and mustache bleach. Then I ran to the other bathroom where six months ago I found a bottle of Children’s Tylenol. that had expired in 1989. 1989! ###less###span style="font-size:15px;line-height:1.6;"(((great)))I did finally manage to locate a lone packet of ###less###/span(((great)))Theraflu###less###span style="font-size:15px;line-height:1.6;"(((great))).###less###/span(((great)))###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))“But this is no good,” I said, reading the fine print. “It expired in 2003!”###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))“Close enough!” he said and I thought that was wonderfully funny. He drank the mixture down – and slept all that night and the whole next morning – right up until the time we had planned to drive north to find out if our place by the lake had turned into a solid cube of ice with this last cold snap.###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))We shouldn’t go,” I said.###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))“It’ll be fine,” he said.###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))“Ok but I’m driving,” I said and I did drive the hour and 45 minutes while he lay in the front seat like the dead guy in Weekend At Bernie’s.###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))Once there he got right in the bed again, this time still wearing his coat. (Couldn’t blame him; the house was ###less###em(((great)))freezing.) ###less###/em(((great)))###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))I took his temp. 102.1. I thought we had other meds here that maybe ###less###em(((great)))didn’t###less###/em(((great))) go back to 1989 and so we did. I got some of them into him. As I approached the bed he held one hand out.###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))“Death of a Pope,” was all I could think. He looked like Pope John XXII always looked, one hand out, blessing everything in sight the way he did – only of course David looks nothing like that short fat saint of a man. (Except he’s half Italian so actually there IS a slight resemblance. ###less###a href="https://plus.google.com/photos/105341708037286795319/albums/5813262869408287345/5838142505569593202"(((great)))See###less###/a(((great)))? )###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))###less###a href="http://terrymarotta.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/pope-john-the-23rd.jpg"(((great)))###less###img class="size-medium wp-image-16336 aligncenter" alt="pope john the 23rd" src="http://terrymarotta.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/pope-john-the-23rd.jpg?w=300&h=242" width="300" height="242" /(((great)))###less###/a(((great)))###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))It was so sad being up there at that joyful family place there with him sick. He spoke not a word for 48 hours. ###less###em(((great)))This is widowhood###less###/em(((great))) I thought, and felt so bleak watching stupid Friday night TV and trying to keep my spirits up . It was a frank relief when ten o’clock came and I could sneak into bed beside him.###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))I killed the last light and darkness leaped into the room and encircled us. Strangely, I felt better then, there in the woods, in winter, the cloaking night all around us, the two of us and the deer and the trundling possum.###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))“###less###em(((great)))Let go###less###/em(((great))),” i told myself and for once in my life I did, and was instantly asleep and dreaming.###less###/p(((great)))
###less###br /(((great))) ###less###a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gocomments/terrymarotta.wordpress.com/16333/"(((great)))###less###img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/comments/terrymarotta.wordpress.com/16333/" /(((great)))###less###/a(((great))) ###less###img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=terrymarotta.wordpress.com&blog=1821459&post=16333&subd=terrymarotta&ref=&feed=1" width="1" height="1" /(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))###less###a href="http://terrymarotta.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/my-zombie-mate.jpg"(((great)))###less###img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-16337" alt="my zombie mate" src="http://terrymarotta.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/my-zombie-mate.jpg?w=257&h=300" width="257" height="300" /(((great)))###less###/a(((great)))You tend to find it sort of funny when OTHER people get sick, perversely enough. When my man got sick the other day I felt so entertained by the sight of his coat just thrown on the newel post when I got back from the store, his dress shirt thrown on the bureau, a puddle of socks beside the bed. “He ###less###em(((great)))never###less###/em(((great))) leaves his clothes like this! What a rascal!” I thought.###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))But then there he was in the bed, still ###less###em(((great)))wearing###less###/em(((great))) his pants, ###less###em(((great)))and###less###/em(((great))) his belt, still clinking with pocket-change though under the covers. He had that Walking Dead look like the zombies in the gory AMC series. (Well, he lacked the missing lower jaw and the bloody drool – but he sure had that 1000-yard stare.)###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))I took his temp: 102.3. “You have to take something!” I cried and ran to the bathroom and ransacked the cabinets. Nothing in there of a helpful nature, not a single thing but eye shadow and mustache bleach. Then I ran to the other bathroom where six months ago I found a bottle of Children’s Tylenol. that had expired in 1989. 1989! ###less###span style="font-size:15px;line-height:1.6;"(((great)))I did finally manage to locate a lone packet of ###less###/span(((great)))Theraflu###less###span style="font-size:15px;line-height:1.6;"(((great))).###less###/span(((great)))###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))“But this is no good,” I said, reading the fine print. “It expired in 2003!”###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))“Close enough!” he said and I thought that was wonderfully funny. He drank the mixture down – and slept all that night and the whole next morning – right up until the time we had planned to drive north to find out if our place by the lake had turned into a solid cube of ice with this last cold snap.###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))We shouldn’t go,” I said.###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))“It’ll be fine,” he said.###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))“Ok but I’m driving,” I said and I did drive the hour and 45 minutes while he lay in the front seat like the dead guy in Weekend At Bernie’s.###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))Once there he got right in the bed again, this time still wearing his coat. (Couldn’t blame him; the house was ###less###em(((great)))freezing.) ###less###/em(((great)))###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))I took his temp. 102.1. I thought we had other meds here that maybe ###less###em(((great)))didn’t###less###/em(((great))) go back to 1989 and so we did. I got some of them into him. As I approached the bed he held one hand out.###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))“Death of a Pope,” was all I could think. He looked like Pope John XXII always looked, one hand out, blessing everything in sight the way he did – only of course David looks nothing like that short fat saint of a man. (Except he’s half Italian so actually there IS a slight resemblance. ###less###a href="https://plus.google.com/photos/105341708037286795319/albums/5813262869408287345/5838142505569593202"(((great)))See###less###/a(((great)))? )###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))###less###a href="http://terrymarotta.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/pope-john-the-23rd.jpg"(((great)))###less###img class="size-medium wp-image-16336 aligncenter" alt="pope john the 23rd" src="http://terrymarotta.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/pope-john-the-23rd.jpg?w=300&h=242" width="300" height="242" /(((great)))###less###/a(((great)))###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))It was so sad being up there at that joyful family place there with him sick. He spoke not a word for 48 hours. ###less###em(((great)))This is widowhood###less###/em(((great))) I thought, and felt so bleak watching stupid Friday night TV and trying to keep my spirits up . It was a frank relief when ten o’clock came and I could sneak into bed beside him.###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))I killed the last light and darkness leaped into the room and encircled us. Strangely, I felt better then, there in the woods, in winter, the cloaking night all around us, the two of us and the deer and the trundling possum.###less###/p(((great)))
###less###p(((great)))“###less###em(((great)))Let go###less###/em(((great))),” i told myself and for once in my life I did, and was instantly asleep and dreaming.###less###/p(((great)))
###less###br /(((great))) ###less###a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gocomments/terrymarotta.wordpress.com/16333/"(((great)))###less###img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/comments/terrymarotta.wordpress.com/16333/" /(((great)))###less###/a(((great))) ###less###img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=terrymarotta.wordpress.com&blog=1821459&post=16333&subd=terrymarotta&ref=&feed=1" width="1" height="1" /(((great)))
