Last night at 8:45 Tom took me to urgent care. My voice gone, gut wrenching coughs overtaking me, it was time to address this three week old flu.
An hour later with prescriptions for Z-Pack and codeine cough medicine in hand, we left the all night pharmacy to return to Karen’s home and some much needed sleep.
It was a fitful night, tossing, turning, dreaming and coughing. Trying not to take the cough medicine before bed, like a fool, at 4 am I had no choice with the coughing continually awakening us. The pharmacist had stressed, “Do not take more than one teaspoon. Its a new formulation and could be dangerous.”
“Good grief,” I thought, “Why give me such a dangerous drug?” With only a peculiar looking plastic measuring device that came with the red syrup I struggled to measure out one teaspoon. My contacts were out. I couldn’t see. With the intent of erring on the safe side, I poured what may have been a mere 1/2 teaspoon.
In a matter of minutes I conked out to awaken at 8:15 this morning, head a little less foggy, voice somewhat “hear-able” and the coughing cut in half. Who says antibiotics don’t work for a virus? Although still sick, I now can manage to hostess Tom’s retirement party with a renewed expectation that I can make it through the busy day and night.
We invited less than 100 people but with the help of a co-worker and friend of Tom’s, Jer-Bear who enthusiastically invited many more, we could have a substantial turnout. After forty two years on the railroad, Tom with his outgoing and friendly demeanor could certainly warrant a reasonable turnout. Thanks Jer-Bear.
The last day of our estate sale is going on as we speak. They’ve already called me twice asking for our “lowest price” on a few of the bigger items. Hopefully, they’ve been sold.
Worried as to how much will sell, we are discussing plans for the “leftovers.” We must decide by Monday morning when the estate sale people return to donate, to dumpster and to clean the entire house (for an extra fee, of course).
This is an angst ridden process: selling everything one owns and then disposing of many of those items that one considered to be treasures. It not only hurts the pocket but, also the soul.
We all want to believe that we have impeccable taste and yet, we all want to be unique. That, my friends, is an oxymoron. Uniqueness dictates that only certain people will find that which we have as “purchase worthy.” Others will thumb their noses with their distaste. So it goes in Life, yin and yang.
Tom’s SUV loaded with party supplies, soon I’ll leave to pick up Camille, my daughter-in-law who has been my loyal and official helper through thick and thin during this entire moving process. She and I will pick up the food for the party, the cake (I’ll post a photo of the amazing cake next time I write), drive the long haul to the VFW party hall in Coon Rapids, Minnesota to set everything up for arriving guests at 5 PM.
Tom will drive himself in Camille’s SUV to the party and then I will drive us both home in Tom’s SUV at the end of the evening, designated driver that I am with a relatively inebriated and outrageously humorous passenger in tow.
As we move into the next phase toward Tom’s retirement date and, our departure date of October 31, 2012, I’m filled with sorrow, anticipation and elation all at once.
The goodbyes beginning tonight, continuing over the next four days, will surely be the most difficult part of this many month’s long process of planning to travel the world over the next five to ten years, as vagabonds, gypsies, and adventurers.
Not too bad for two typical Minnesota home bodies, having lived a joyful life of routine and familiarity, who’s world will soon be upside down.