As I crawled into bed at 2:00pm on Friday, scowling through a shot of Buckley’s and chasing it with a large glass of water, I heard laughter bubbling up from downstairs. Something funny just happened, and I was closing my itchy red eyes to the bright light of a hot afternoon sun, missing all the action. I hate being sick. I feel so out of touch, so isolated, so perpetually uncomfortable. And, usually, so homesick. It’s one of the few times I long for my bed, my blankie, my mom bringing me hot honey lemons and cool water.
But this time was different.
Don’t get me wrong, I would have loved Mom running the bath for me while I moaned on the couch in self-loathing melodrama, but that wasn’t really an option. Mummy’s not here right now, and I have three jobs (and a modicum of adult self-worth) to maintain.
So, instead of Sweet Momma Jane and a big city full of drug stores and doctors’ offices, I had an entire community of moms and sisters and aunts and dads and brothers and friends all working to get me better. I received gifts of Cold FX, Buckley’s, Vick’s Vapo-Rub, tea, food, Tylenol, natropathic drinks and remedies, as well as hugs and well-wishes, sympathetic looks and phone calls of genuine concern for my well-being. And, two days later, I’m healthy as can be. Thank you everyone!
The proverbial Newfoundland mother picked me up into her soft, mossy arms and carried me from sickness into health. And I didn’t feel home-sick because I felt, more strongly than ever, like this was home. And now Mel is sick (the poor dear) and the community is banding together, yet again, to make her healthy.
My advice for you, reader, now that the disorienting cloud of sinus pain has lifted, is to come to Newfoundland any time you’re feeling ill, or down in the dumps, or like humanity is inherently cruel and sick itself. I know a little town that will turn those feelings around in no time, and cure whatever ails ya. And the views aren’t bad either.
Fortunately, there are no pictures of me or Mel in our state of illness, so here are a few (somewhat unrelated) pictures of pretty things. Hopefully they’ll help you feel better, if you have a touch of the summer flu.
Puppy therapy (not sure who’s having more fun):