Knocked Down

It's been a rough few days, thanks to a bad pat of butter or mushroom on my pizza Thursday. Whatever it was, by Thursday evening I was in gasping pain the like of which I can't remember, and oh so grateful for some anti nausea medicine that begins with a Z (didn't hear all that much at the time) and works miracles in minutes when given through an IV.

Oh boy, what a wonderful night that was.

It does make me glad for a few things though. If you know the little story of There Was An Old Woman Who Swallowed a Fly - not what I did by the way - you'll understand the flow of my gratitude below.

There was a nice wife who stayed with me all night

And held my hand so I wouldn't die of fright.

There was a good grandmother who watched my kids

So my nice wife could stay with me all through the night

And held my hand so I wouldn't die of fright.

There were some good children who slept through the night

So their grandmother could watch them both,

So my nice wife could stay with me all through the night

And held my hand so I wouldn't die of fright.

There was a nice neighbor who came in the morning

To watch the good children who slept through the night

To relieve the good grandmother who'd watched them both,

So my nice wife could stay with me all through the night

And held my hand so I wouldn't die of fright.

There was a good hospital staff who made me better to relieve

The nice neighbor who had come in the morning

To watch the good children who slept through the night

To relieve the good grandmother who'd watched them both,

So my nice wife could stay with me all through the night

And held my hand so I wouldn't die of fright.

You get the idea ... I'm grateful.

It's hard being sick. It's nice when people rally around you though. It makes me feel proud of my family and friends.

That's all for tonight. Just thankful to be better and to have been helped when I was sick.

Good night.