EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE ALRIGHT...
Yesterday I was feeling, still, a little ill with food/drink running through me but, I told Natalia we would do something after school. We had talk time and shopping! I was glad to hold up as well as I did and, in fact, as the night wore on I felt better. We stopped at the Cheesecake Factory and I had salmon and she, chicken Alfredo. My sense of taste is still compromised but I could taste the tea, the sauce and Nat's banana cheesecake. When we were going back to the car it wasn't me that had to stop for aches and pains, ha ha, but Nat. She ate too much. I, secretly, was glad because she would stop so I could 'cradle' her and walk with my arm around her to the car. Happy days.
When we got home I went upstairs to see what Joe was doing; playing his guitar watching a Liam Neesan movie. He got up from his chair to hug me and say 'welcome back'. I was stunned but, of course, hugged him back! I was afraid to let go in that I may not be hugged again - or, at least, for a long while. So, I hugged until he let go. I made a conscious effort to energize every particle of my body with his energy for as long as the hug lasted. Inside, I thanked God and thanked all those that prayed for him to reveal some piece of compassion. I stayed in the room and watched some of the movie (not my genre) with a cup of tea. I took every second in and committed it to memory. He was playful for a minute and, in general, like the old Joe.
I slept on the couch - I tried to fall asleep in Joe's bed but my cough and the draft from all the windows kept me up. I made the 'tent' on the couch and took Benadryl, lorazapam, and one of the anti-nausea pills with sleep aid. I drank a cup of tea and put two logs on the fire. I woke to the alarm at 0600 and checked my condition. My throat was still red and extremely sore (otherwise, I feel just about normal!)so I texted the Pastor and apologized that I would not be able to attend the Revlon Walk for a Cure. I had already paid my registration and had my 'team Dimples' (Ethel) T-shirt. I hated to miss it. It was nice of Annie and Ethel to update me on the event and send pictures!! I will see what other walks are happening soon and attend the ones I can.
When Joe came downstairs today I was a little apprehensive...not sure if the good will of the night before was still in there. It was. He took my hand and we went outside to the back patio and he hugged me for as long as I wanted to hug. Then we sat at the table and talked about what to do for his mom on Mother's Day. She declined a visit. Joe told me his brother wants his electric guitar back. I know Joe is baffled by this - they traded guitars a long, long time ago. I know why it is, though. I asked Sharon to ask her brothers to all pitch in and get Joe the black fender Stratocaster that he has wanted for 30 years. She said she would make it happen. I wanted to give this to Joe this year for his birthday- since I am working. Well, that didn't work out but, I didn't want him to wait another year. Nat and I picked up what I could afford; a white and red baseball t-shirt (retro 3/4 length sleeves) exactly like the one he is wearing in a late 70's picture with his guitar, new jogging pants (boy, does he need them) and a pick maker. He can make his own guitar picks out of stuff around the house. I'll make a gluten free, sugar free, wheat free cake.
Here's to hoping it lasts because it sure feels right, right now.
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