I’ve been sick. Or, as I’ve told Lola it’s more proper to say, I’ve been ill. I’m sure the literal translation of “under the weather” won’t make any sense in Spanish. It might even mean something dirty. So, I won’t try that. I’ve been in bed and miserable for two days — stomach, chills, aches, sweats. It hasn’t been fun, but I think I’m on the mend. Jerry is a good nurse. So expect to see a post from me soon about a charming evening spent in Carmona.
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From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..
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Dear Mitch, Get well soon! Horrible to feel so awful, but how lovely that you have a great nurse. If it were possible, on the comments form, I would send you a bunch of your favourite spring flowers – you'll just have to imagine them instead.
Elaine:
Aw, thanks! And now I feel even better!
Don't fret my pet, I'll come over and make you some Cuban chicken soup…it is like the Jewish one except it has a lot more guilt infused into it.
hope you get better.
saludos,
raulito
Is it there could be more guilt involved with Cuban soup than with Jewish ANYTHING? 🙂
Will:
I had always thought there wasn't much difference (except in style) between Jewish and Catholic guilt.
That's bad, Mitch. So very sorry. I feel for you, as someone currently having his own health troubles – but at least I like to think I'm on the rebound.
We know how highly you value Jerry so we're confident you're in good hands. Get back on your feet soon – though not before you feel you're able. Meanwhile we'll hang on to that tantalising mention of your pleasant Carmona evening.
Big, fat, healthy wishes to you.
Thanks, Raybeard. I intend to be back to normal (well MY normal) tomorrow. Sorry to learn you're having your own health troubles. Hope you're quickly improving as well.
May you be well, better every hour!And enjoying all the pleasant things in your future.
Kristi:
Thanks so much. Definitely not miserable anymore.
Tell Nurse Jerry to administer soup in large doses.
That always works for me.
You know, being an old wife and all.
Bob:
Nurse Jerry is the best at the soup cure. He kept me nourished.
Take care of yourself, Mitch, and revel in Jerry's care (I've been nursed by a fantastic husband and know the recuperative value of it!) Hope you're back on your feet and moving very soon.
Will:
I did a bit yesterday evening and a little more today. Tomorrow should be great!
Feel better, my friend. 🙂
Writer:
Thanks so much. I do.
I look forward to reading about it. I hope your feeling better soon.
Scott:
It won't be of any major excitement. Just a first glance at Carmona. But I hope to share it tomorrow. Thanks for the well wishes!
Hang in there, fella!
Ms. Sparrow:
I'm hangin'!
Hello Mitch:
One can only imagine the problems of translating 'under the weather' or even 'not feeling quite oneself' in Spanish!! Nevertheless, we are sorry that you are not well and hope that you will soon be restored to full fitness. Good to know that Jerry is a fine nurse and that you are being well looked after!
J&L:
All I kept thinking was, "Oh, don't let this be anything serious. Jerry will never be able to explain to the ambulance driver." He tried to tell one of the servers downstairs why I wasn't there two mornings in a row. What she could get out of it was that I had a stomach ache. To that, he was at least able to shake his head "no" and say the Spanish word for "more."
Leeches. Not lychees, leeches. You need bleeding. There's badness in you and it needs to come out. You probably swallowed some night air or a small demon. Purging and bleeding, bleeding and purging.
Get well soon.
The Owl Wood:
That's what I get for sleeping with my mouth open. Damn those small demons.
And now you've got me craving lychees.
Hope you're back on both feet soon. Let Jerry pamper you, you would do the same for him.
Peter:
I tend to prefer being left alone when I'm along (because even I can't stand hearing me whine). But Jerry really is a very attentive nurse (once he gets over his fear that he might catch whatever it is I've got).
Unless you're in pain, a high fever could be nice. It makes you rest and relax yourself. I know, I sound weird. Oh well!
Take care.
m.
Mark, sure you weren't a 60's child in a 'past life'?!
Mark:
Oddly, I understand what you mean. Once the chills and aches passed, I did at least enjoy not feeling any compunction to be productive for a couple of days. I'm not very good at lying in bed and reading all day (well, I'm good at it; I just don't feel I have a right to it). I can only imagine how magnified that is in your household.
Oh dear Mitch. Sorry to hear you're not on top form. I have a two week theory. If I'm not well in two weeks, I give in and go to see the doctor. I have not seen a doctor in 12 years! Hope your feeling better soon 🙂
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YONKS:
Two weeks? You're much tougher than I. I don't actually know what my "not well" limit is, but after two DAYS, the worst had passed.
Hope this finds you even feeling better than you were earlier today Mitch. Now do what you are told by Nurse Jerry and things could be better in the morning! Don't you just hate being sick? I am a very fussy patient…..ask Ron.
Jim:
I'm just one big baby. But I don't really want any attention (because I don't want anyone to know what a baby I really am). So glad this was brief.
Sorry to hear this. Hope you feel better soon. It is good you have a caring nurse!
Jenners:
Thanks so much. Yes, I am really grateful for my nurse.
Thanks, everyone, for all the good wishes. I am feeling much better and plan to be back in blogging (and commenting) trim tomorrow. No more whining (about this, at least).
Get better soon mate. Glad you've erred on the side of caution with the Spanish translation thing on this occasion. 😉
puts on jewish old moma voice…
"chicken soup… that's vot you need and lots of it!"
Chris:
I'm on the road to recovery, but it appeared at first to be a much shorter road.
John:
Oy! I'm definitely souped out.
La Gran Dama Eloi (96) had not been to a doctor in 32 years. She was forced to do a visit when Medicare changed the Healthcare Provider. Of course, they could not find any records for her. So she said: What do you mean records? I haven't been to see a doctor in 32 years." Then the doctor said to her: "Madam, if you weren't my patient I ask you to go dancing" To which she replied: "You don't have to tell anybody I'm your patient"
Well, the point is that there are people that never, ever get sick.
I hope that you are feeling better by now.
saludos,
raulito
By the way, I have another blog with all of my mom's stories: http://cuentostiaeloi.blogspot.com/ Most of it is in Spanish but there are plenty of English translations.
Raulito:
God bless La Gran Dama Eloi! I've got usually good health, but not the track record of La Dama. My stomach is still not back to normal. Other than that, hugely better. Thanks. I can't wait to check out your blog on your mother's stories. Maybe I can even practice my Spanish comprehension. Thanks!
Do take care of your temple, sweetie…! wink wink…Hope you get a chance to see my post on Sat and you'll see who fell in love with me at the Three Dog Bakery…check it out…Mitchy!
sopjhie…^5:
I'm about to start roaming the blogs again. Anyway, who couldn't fall in love with "you" at the Three Dog Bakery (can't wait to find out if the "you" is Ron or Sophie).
Ha Ha…it's me, S…looking for cupcakes!
I get to be the caboose of the conga line wishing you better health!
Ur-spo:
Never too late to make me feel grateful!
Mitch – I can't find your email address!
The shirt is next for you, if you are still interested; please contact me to arrange it !
Ur-spo:
The shirt is on its way to Sevilla and I am SO excited.
Been there. Done that. Lived to tell the tale. So will you. Come back soon.
Maria:
Taking longing than I expected to get back to normal (whatever that may be)!
By the time you read this – I hope you are over the worst and well on the way – much better anyway.
the cuby poet:
Definitely well over the worst. Would sure like to be back to the best. Patience. Patience.