Merry, merry
What they report on the news is true. The flu is infecting everyone. Including my husband and my mom. Unfortunately, mom’s version was a bit more severe, which put us in the Bronson Hospital emergency on Christmas Day. They pumped an IV into her and gave her various medicines while I sat with her for four hours in a grey-walled room. Sure, it wasn’t quite as much fun as exchanging gifts, noshing on cheese and crackers, and listening to Bing Crosby, but at least we had cable TV to keep us company. And she looked a heckuva lot better after the IV. It will be one of those Christmas moments that we can remember fondly for years.