Getting my hypochondriac world…

I think that I am not alone when I recall the memory of staying home sick from school back in the day.  You had to stay in bed all day – not like Ferris Bueller – although a quick romp through downtown Chicago would have been fun…. mine was more like Cameron’s stay…Kleenex and Vick’s vapor rub…a humidifier and the phone – in case mom called from work.

Actually, I had mono when I was a senior so I had 6 weeks at home…I think I was scarred for life.

I remember not being a sickly child, but some of my best memories are of being sick and staying home…there was the time my sister and I had strep (we alwasy had every illness together – it was irritating) My mom made a pallet for us in the living room floor and she brought us coloring books and a stamp collecting book and packets of loose stamps from people in her office who had traveled to exotic locales like Iran and France.  I still have those stamps…anyway…what was my point?  I don’t know…I am still getting better and my ears are ringing, I can’t remember my point.

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  1. Elizabeth says:

    OMG – I always wanted to be Ferris Bueller – except skipping school and running around Farmers Branch just was not at all like singing and dancing to a good Wayne Newton tune in a parade. Man, I love that movie.

  2. Elizabeth says:

    Okay, I couldn’t resist…

    Danke Schoen, darling Danke Schoen.
    Thank you for all the joy and pain.
    Picture shows, second balcony, was the place we’d meet, second seat, go Dutch treat, you were sweet.

    Danke Schoen, darling Danke Schoen.
    Thank you for walks down lovers lane.
    I can see, hearts carved on a tree, letters inter-twined, for all time, yours and mine, that was fine.

    Danke Schoen, darling Danke Schoen.
    Thank you for funny cards from Spain.
    I recall, Central Park in fall, how you tore your dress, what a mess, I confess, that’s not all.

    Danke Schoen, darling Danke Schoen.
    Thank you for seeing me again.
    Though we go, on our seperate ways, still the memory stays, for always, my heart says, Danke Schoen.

    Danke Schoen, Auf Wiedersehn, Danke Schoen.