We came down with a really mean spirited upper respiratory infection in Arizona.
Perhaps picked up on the flights west, planes are full of germs!
First me, and within a couple of days I had shared it with Bob. We were sick
and miserable. Sightseeing became a chore rather than enjoyment.
Falling into hotel beds at night was somewhat comfortable. . . . . however when
one is sick it's much better when it's your very own bed in your home - you know
what I mean.
For eleven days I have sneezed, coughed, blown, wiped and ached into oblivion.
For Bob it's been eight similar days and then yesterday, after sneezing and
perhaps rubbing his eye, he suddenly looked strange with a dark blood filled eye
socket caused by a hemorrhaged blood vessel! No treatment, time will
heal - meanwhile he does look odd, like a leftover from a Halloween party!
Sorry Bob.
heal - meanwhile he does look odd, like a leftover from a Halloween party!
Sorry Bob.
It's not the 'flu, we had our shots in early October - unless of course it's a
strain not covered by this year's vaccine. Who knows. . . . . . .
strain not covered by this year's vaccine. Who knows. . . . . . .
Mission San Xavier del Bac
'White Dove of the Desert'
Tucson, Arizona
A comforting spot in the southwest desert.
I have had a second unexpected sad November death in my UK family,
along with news of serious health issues for other loved ones.
Today, the arrival of December is embraced and I hope things get better.
I've been away from here a week - unusual for me - but what with travel, death,
illness, family issues, and lack of computer access (we will have our new ones
next week), my blog has been pushed to one side for a while.
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