Wasn't that what Tonto used to say to the Lone Ranger? .... or maybe it was Maxwell Smart in Get Smart! Either way I have to appologize to those of you who have nothing better to do with their lives than follow mine through this dialogue (sic) my life. I haven't been very entertaining of late and so I will attempt to do so now. I do have a good excuse for the last few days.... that being the back door trot as dear old gang-gang would say. (no not gang-bang for you sickies.)
Who is Gang-gang and what is the back door trot you ask. Gang-gang was a lovely lady who had many good sayings and just happened to be my grandmother. My sister started calling her Gang-gang, in all of her innocence, at the ripe age of 18 months. She couldn't say grandmother or grandma which my mother was trying to encourage and so Gang-gang and Gang-pop (for my grandfather) became their names. I called them that till the day they died and still refer to them the same way. Though it was an unfortunate name I loved my grand parents dearly as they were the only ones I was ever to know. My paternal grandfather died before I was born and my paternal grandmother had a parting of the ways in mind and body. She quite literally lost her mind.
As for, what is the back door trot. Well in the olden days there was no such thing as flushing toilets and so when one was making regular and nasty trips to the outhouse, since most outhouses were located somewhere near the rear of a home the back door trots meant running out the back door to the outhouse every five minutes. Mine started, to my dismay, two nights ago. On the up side I have managed to lose 10 pounds in two days, on the down side this has not improved my whey faced appearance. If anything I look horrible.
My bed and the bathroom and a bucket has been my sole existence for two days. I am fianlly able to say that I am mending, I think! Not that my body shares this opinion. My body feels like it has been hit and been dragged by a bus for several miles before delivering me to the gutters with not enough energy to drag myself out. I hate gastro intestinal illness. I think I can take a lot of runny noses and coughs before this.
It all started with Daughter #1 coming home two days before spring break with violent "bringing up" as some folks with more dignity than I, would say. Three days later she was on the mend. Then fate struck and Daughter #2 started to indulge in the same activity. Just when we all thought we had made it through. The "bringing up" hit me, only I didn't "bring up' I "brought down"!!!!
Hubby is left. We will see. Can he get through without the ravages of stomach flu??? Time will tell I guess. Meanwhile I am off to my bed to read another boring book (I just read The English Patient. It was great for helping me to sleep.) until the vestiges of this virus leave me to grasp at someone else.
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