I went to bed Christmas Eve with a case of meningitis...and I woke up Christmas morning with my Lyme throwing an all out hissy fit that lasted all day long. You know I'm not well when food is repulsive to me. However, I will spare you all the gory details. Just suffice to say that my digestive system was attempting to sabotage my enjoyment of the day (oh, how my stomach hurt!!) and that I had a fever on and off all day along with the stiff and sore neck and head that comes with the meningitis.
However, for all that, being rather miserable and all, I had a pretty decent day. I even sang (in a weird sort of voice) while curled up on the couch.
Everybody got up kind of late (that is what happens when it's so overcast that the rising of the sun doesn't make over much of a dint in the clouds)...as previously mentioned I woke up miserable, a condition I would carry with me in my flesh for the remainder of the day (and to be honest, I still don't feel in tip-top shape). However, I determined that I was going to enjoy myself (as far as possible) and took the first step towards that in the form of dressing myself in something other than my nightgown. I was going to at least look half way decent! (Forget the make-up though. I wasn't going to go that far.)
I returned to my spot on the couch and snuggled under the blanket were I would stay, more or less, until roughly 2 o'clock when we went out to the apartment for Christmas Dinner with my grandparents, were I requisitioned Grandpa's big overstuffed power chair. I tried to eat, but only managed a spoonful of green beans and some cranberry salad. It's almost scary to be off one's feed that kind of badly.
However, to return to earlier in the day...
Savannah flipped the lid back on the piano and started playing...and I started singing (I don't know if howling like a puppy might not be a better description) or humming if I couldn't remember the words. I am positive I sounded terrible, but no one complained, so I guess I wasn't irritating anyone too badly.
I think it was around 10:30 when everyone was "ready" and Katherine started producing stuff from under our very fat, almost huggable looking tree. We have a tradition in our house that the youngest kid passes out the gifts. I think, maybe, that part of the reasoning behind it in the beginning was the teach patience and a giving spirit (you know, littles tend to like getting more than they do giving...at least I did back when I was tiny); however, I'm just speculating since I don't really know why the tradition was initiated.
However, for all that, being rather miserable and all, I had a pretty decent day. I even sang (in a weird sort of voice) while curled up on the couch.
Everybody got up kind of late (that is what happens when it's so overcast that the rising of the sun doesn't make over much of a dint in the clouds)...as previously mentioned I woke up miserable, a condition I would carry with me in my flesh for the remainder of the day (and to be honest, I still don't feel in tip-top shape). However, I determined that I was going to enjoy myself (as far as possible) and took the first step towards that in the form of dressing myself in something other than my nightgown. I was going to at least look half way decent! (Forget the make-up though. I wasn't going to go that far.)
I returned to my spot on the couch and snuggled under the blanket were I would stay, more or less, until roughly 2 o'clock when we went out to the apartment for Christmas Dinner with my grandparents, were I requisitioned Grandpa's big overstuffed power chair. I tried to eat, but only managed a spoonful of green beans and some cranberry salad. It's almost scary to be off one's feed that kind of badly.
However, to return to earlier in the day...
Savannah flipped the lid back on the piano and started playing...and I started singing (I don't know if howling like a puppy might not be a better description) or humming if I couldn't remember the words. I am positive I sounded terrible, but no one complained, so I guess I wasn't irritating anyone too badly.
I think it was around 10:30 when everyone was "ready" and Katherine started producing stuff from under our very fat, almost huggable looking tree. We have a tradition in our house that the youngest kid passes out the gifts. I think, maybe, that part of the reasoning behind it in the beginning was the teach patience and a giving spirit (you know, littles tend to like getting more than they do giving...at least I did back when I was tiny); however, I'm just speculating since I don't really know why the tradition was initiated.
The following are slideshows...
"Meet Mrs. Fledge"
"Meet Mrs. Fledge"
This was funny...as I unwrapped the package, I saw it was an Ariat boot box, so I said in a goofy sort of way "Oh, I got a boot-box!" (along the lines of the cereal or saltine cracker boxes that Grandma tends to package things in)...thing is, I completely forgot that I have only had one brand-new pair of Fat Baby boots--and the box is sitting on my shelf in Florida! So when Mama made some remark, I realized that "wait...are there really boots in here???" I like 'em, hot pink stitching and all! :)
Daddy
Mama
Savannah
Katherine
Me (Bear in mind that I didn't feel well...)
"The Coveralls"
When Mama, Savannah, and Grandma went to see Grandma's cousin Helen in the nursing home, I came in and amused myself in bed with my computer. I really didn't feel good, so I was thankful that the cats obliged me by not pouncing on my middle. When they came back, it was time for supper (of which I once again ate very, very little) and then the gift exchange with the grandparents. I think Grandpa liked his books, jeans, and heated blanket. Grandma was pleased with the pretty dolly we got for her at Fort Pierce. I knew she would like it. :)
The Evening
The Evening
While I cannot say that it was the most physically comfortable Christmas I have ever had, I still think it was a good one... :)
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