As I was camping out in my chair tonight with blankets, throat lozenges, diet root beer, phone, remote and Kleenex my mind went back to being at home while growing up and being sick.
It was the best time! Ha. Really though. Mama & Daddy were the poster children for mercy. I loved when I got sick...it meant lots of pampering! See, mercy wasn't a gift they possessed on an everyday basis, they saved it for sick days. It was always a treat to get sick, you see.
Daddy would bring me comic books, candy (if it was not a stomach related illness, of course), coloring books, magazines and who knows what else, in an Osco sack usually (the good ole days...I miss Osco on North O Street in the Fort). I must admit that this showing of mercy went on through my college mono spell. Lots of Osco sacks met my bedside. Now Daddy lives near me (of course only for a few more weeks because I am Arkansas bound) and when I had my wisdom teeth removed a couple of years ago he was the milkshake man. I am either a princess or he is full of mercy on sick days. Maybe it's both.
Mama is my favorite nurse. She always made sure I was comfortable and gave me 100% of her attention, whether she felt like it or not (she still does, even 5 hours away). I had pneumonia when I was 5 and I still remember that week of sickness in the back rooms of my mind and I picture her in her blue robe holding me while we watched Seasame Street. That is so cool! Anyway, I got Laryngitis my freshman year of college (At the famous WCC) and I was most sick! I left basketball practice to go to the walk-in clinic at the mall (the old one by Dillard's for all you Central Mall historians). I called Mama from a payphone outside the clinic (before the cellphone frenzy) and she was most angry I was sitting in a waiting room with hacking babies and had not been seen. She was off work and in that office demanding I be seen before I had even had a chance to get comfy in my seat again. I remember her putting me in her car and making the nurse come out to the parking lot to get me. Crack me up!
She was this same type of nurse when I got mono my junior year of college and had to come home on bed rest for 3 weeks. Mama drove to Conway and picked me up at the clinic on campus in a cold rain storm and took me straight to the Fort for reevaluation. She held my head and body up in the ER that week while I puked in a public bathroom. I will forever have that vision in my head of her screaming "Don't lay on that floor. These people in here have all kinds of bad diseases!" (So not funny then, but it is now) She held my hand for all my blood work and wiped every tear those few weeks. She made sure I had crafts to do each week of my mono spell. Michael's made a killing off of her and I made some awesome Christmas ornaments that fall! She also checked on me all day while she worked all day to help take care of my sick and broke self! There are so many occasions I can remember her taking on mercy for me when she didn't feel like it, but she always did it with a smile in her heart. I guess that is what all Mama's do, maybe. Anyway, my Mama was always my protector and defender when I got sick. I miss that selflessness.
This is the most ill I have been in a long, long time and I wish I had a back rub from Mama and a comic book from Daddy (I don't even like comic books, but when I am sick I always want one!) Now, my Rand is a good nurse in his on way. He is not going to go hunt down an Osco to bring me a sack of goodies, nor is he gonna get vocal in the doctor's office for me (can you imagine?!). Yet, he makes sure I take my medicine correctly, have the necessary essentials to get well and he will kiss my forehead when I look pitiful. That is his way of showing mercy and I appreciate his interpretation of the gift.
I do still miss my back rub and my sack of goodies! ha.