A good mystery and a bad one.
We received a box of chocolates from L.A. Burdick. For those of you who don’t know. Burdick is a fantastic chocolate company. The best way to warm up on a cold Boston day is to stop by their shoppe near Harvard Sq (on the way to our EDS apt). One of you sent this with no name. The card was cute with instructions that the chocolate would be a good Lenten treat to fight fatigue. It certainly has been good for that. I do sort of like these “who sent it” mysteries. I’ve narrowed the options to some who has lived in Cambridge, but added to that list a few other people I know who know Burdick. The second clue is the reference to Lent. The person(s) who sent the chocolate are comfortable with mentioning Lent, but I believe it may not be his/her practice. Among Americans chocolate is the #1 food people “give up for lent.” I considered it this year and decided not to do that. How foresightful of me!
So fess up. Who sent this great chocolate mystery?
My second mystery is neither tasty nor great. I got quite a mysterious infection this weekend. Sunday my temp was lingering around 102. I did not want to go to the emergency room; I’ve never gone to emergency and not been hospitalized. I had Cipro the doc had prescribed for when I have a fever. I took it all of Sunday and today. By tonight my fever was completely gone. It is amazing how much better I feel. I’m so accustomed to being tired that I don’t pay enough attention to when I am really ill. Friday morning I was energetic and had a good physical therapy session; by the afternoon I could barely stay out of bed. On Saturday I told jen we wouldn’t come to their house as we had planned. I should have been taking my temp; Instead, I assumed it was just my usual fatigue; my temp got to 101+ before I finally started measuring it.
I go to the doc tomorrow; I was too ill this morning to go. Maybe they will still be able to solve the mystery of what kind of infection it was. I’m happy not to have another expensive hospitalization. I now wonder if I could have stopped the near fatal one last October.
While we are in Wilmington tomorrow we’ll pick up my new size 6 shoes with the custom insole and fake toes. I’ve started to practice with a cane instead of a walker. The shoes may provide a bit more stability.
And of course while we are there we will see the grandchildren. With their illnesses then mine, it has been far too long.
Love to you.
Bonnie for BanD
Hi Bonnie: I do hope your fever goes away and that you will be up and walking with your new 'shoes.' Thinking of you so much and always imagining your view of the ocean.
I loved your statement "The person(s) who sent the chocolate are comfortable with mentioning Lent, but I believe it may not be his/her practice." It may not be his/her practice!!!! Well, I am practicing lent this year but not by giving up chocolate. I fess up. I sent them on a whim because I was thinking of you, remembering how you so enjoy the finer things in life. Then I realized it was near lent and waffled whether to send them or not - but I. came to my senses and sent them anyway!! Enjoy. Sending love from the western corner of NC.
Mary
Posted by: Mary Wetzel | March 12, 2009 at 09:49 AM
I've not been on for a few days so only saw this post of 9th today. I know that infections have always meant hospital and fear that you are back one. Snatches of time home in-between massive reliance on IV drips and beyond. I hate it! And I turn it all over to God for guidnce. Sending you prayers of healing dear Bonnie, love, betsy
Posted by: betsy | March 14, 2009 at 09:16 AM
"Let's talk about ducks..." *
Has everyone in this blog read Sue Monk Kidd's fictional works? Not very many, but they made a minorly entertaining movie of "The Secret Life of Bees" and will probably make a stab (pun intended) at "The Mermaid Chair." I read her because she's Georgian southern, and is the daughter of a SBC pastor.
Recently, my daughter, who had the made the transition from non-christian through 20 years of my being hyper evangelicalism to now, calm and much more orthodox, gave me Kidd's "The Dance of the Dissident Daughter." Maybe I'm way behind y'all, but I telling you I ATE this book. It tells from the heart what women in the southern/evangelical/full gospel presbyteries confront when seeking ministry appointment/acceptance.
What? not enough pagans to go around?
*from "A Tuna Christmas"
Posted by: Melanie Wright Bradford | March 14, 2009 at 09:40 AM
Hey Bonnie! Everything seems slow these days to me. Thick. Difficult to figure out. I am thinking of you figuring out movement on your new feet, in your new shoes. Seems like lots of people I love are fighting serious medical challenges. Part of aging I guess. Can't say I like it. Think it is past time to turn in for bed. Sending you kisses. betts
Posted by: betsy | March 18, 2009 at 10:33 PM
.....I didn't get to bed yet. I went back and began reading past blog entries. It is just almost impossible to believe what a month or two or twelve can mean. Or a blink of an eye. Mystery..... yes, the mystery....love, betsy
Posted by: betsy | March 18, 2009 at 10:37 PM
I've written two posts and both have not been posted.????Wonder if this one will. Something seems to have changed here. betsy
Posted by: betsy | March 18, 2009 at 10:40 PM
Can't sleep. Wondering if this blog is "in transition." Life "what is it" in this phase of your life Bonnie? Is there a "voice" for this phase of life? I know I am now struggling with how to use it? I think "silence is probably because it's so darn uncomforbable/painful for you to write" .... or "the issues you are facing are not ones you've blogged before and you don't know now what is public and what is private stuff" (Where is Hannah Arendt when we need her).
I am struggling with issues of life and death with a number of people in my life. As well as preparing to go on a sacred journey to a mountain with no food or water for 4 days and 4 night. .......interestings times. love you bonnie, betsy
Posted by: betsy | March 24, 2009 at 01:01 AM