It was Thanksgiving 2017.
For the first time in a long time the big dinner was not going to be at our house. My wife's sister, sweet Michelle, has two children, Scott and Kimmy. Scott is married to Jane and they have a new baby daughter, Evangeline. We were off to Jacksonville for Jane's first foray into hosting Thanksgiving dinner.
There was just one thing.
I had been sick, bedridden, feeling like @%$#, whatever you want to call it, since the previous Wednesday. I was the DayQuil/NyQuil kid in an effort to shake that off. My wife had even slept upstairs refusing to come near me. I have to admit at first it was kinda nice, that being alone thing. Married people will know what I'm talking about. That ended pretty quick and I missed her in bed next to me.
I can't remember the last time I was sick or even had a cold. But. I've written about substitute teaching and there lies the rub. In that high school it seemed like all the students were sneezing, coughing, or blowing their noses. It was like being in the middle of a petri dish and guess what?
They got me.
There's a reason liquid sanitizer is everywhere.
So I made it through the weekend, seeming to get worse all the time, and hoped I'd be fine as the week progressed. It was slow going and it was slow going.
As the days marched on I switched from thinking it was a bad cold to the thing that rhymes with blue. Why? The aching, the feeling awful, the head aches, that's why. I'd had a shot like a good boy but... Remember the movie Airplane when one of the characters said, "Looks like I picked the wrong week to give up smoking?" Well, I picked the wrong week to be sick.
I've learned you don't pick sick, sick picks you.
So the sun came up Thanksgiving morning and you guessed it I still was shaky. So my wife, my mother in law and my twins loaded up the car and headed north.
I didn't want to get my mother in law sick. I didn't want to get the baby sick. It was me and the dogs, like Macaulay Culkin, home alone. Watching terrible football on the telly.
By all accounts Jane did a wonderful job. My wife and her mother couldn't stop raving about her and the dinner she put on. My twins loved their dogs and especially Evangeline.
My Thanksgiving dinner? A burrito from WaWa.
I'm feeling better, I even went to the gym yesterday. My brother reminded me to use hand sanitizer. Thanks Kirk.
And so it goes.
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