My parents are the Greatest!
The absolute best. My parents are the best. In the midst of my bored sitting around-hoping-that-just-being-still-is-making-me-better TV watching frenzy, I called them to complain. They weren't home, and I'm sure my message sounded like the end of the world, since I was frustrated and sitting around, and I hate being sick! So, I went back to my TV night, which actually wasn't bad (I got CSI, Alias, AND The Amazing Race Family Edition -- Three of my ALL-TIME favorite shows) and eventually fell asleep around midnight.
Today I woke up at eleven when my parents called, but I was exhausted and still buzzing on Ny-Quill, and only talked for a minute before rolling over and passing out again until 2 pm. At two my friend Dana called and convinced me that I had slept enough. I woke up enough to let her in, and she soo nicely brought me tea and oranges. We sat and gossiped about the show I had missed, the understudies, etc., until a delivery rang the doorbell. When I answered it was the concierge with a HUGE bouquet of flowers and a HUGE tray of fruit!! I was blown away - and I almost started crying when I read the card from my parents. Now in my room I have this bouquet, full of tiny roses, these bright yellow flowers, these tiny purple ones, eucalyptus, and white lilys. Plus, I have oranges, apples, plums, grapes, peaches, and dragonfruits (these are freaky... they're flourescent pink on the outside with green tentacles, and inside the fruit is white with black poka-dots). I will be eating and smelling for days!
Anyway, I felt good enough to do the show tonight, but later regretted it. I'm running a fever, and I'm a little out of it. When I spoke my lines my voice was all gravelly (at least I sounded older) and when I sang I was out of breath and I'm sure it sounded terrible. Now I'm off to bed, in hopes that a little more sleep will kick this out of me. Ugh! I hate being sick, but I LOVE my parents.
Today I woke up at eleven when my parents called, but I was exhausted and still buzzing on Ny-Quill, and only talked for a minute before rolling over and passing out again until 2 pm. At two my friend Dana called and convinced me that I had slept enough. I woke up enough to let her in, and she soo nicely brought me tea and oranges. We sat and gossiped about the show I had missed, the understudies, etc., until a delivery rang the doorbell. When I answered it was the concierge with a HUGE bouquet of flowers and a HUGE tray of fruit!! I was blown away - and I almost started crying when I read the card from my parents. Now in my room I have this bouquet, full of tiny roses, these bright yellow flowers, these tiny purple ones, eucalyptus, and white lilys. Plus, I have oranges, apples, plums, grapes, peaches, and dragonfruits (these are freaky... they're flourescent pink on the outside with green tentacles, and inside the fruit is white with black poka-dots). I will be eating and smelling for days!
Anyway, I felt good enough to do the show tonight, but later regretted it. I'm running a fever, and I'm a little out of it. When I spoke my lines my voice was all gravelly (at least I sounded older) and when I sang I was out of breath and I'm sure it sounded terrible. Now I'm off to bed, in hopes that a little more sleep will kick this out of me. Ugh! I hate being sick, but I LOVE my parents.
posted by Beth at 12:09 AM
2 Comments:
Bets-we love you too!!!!! Take care of yourself-get some rest!!!!xxxooomom
Bethie!! Feel better. I love you and miss you and will welcome you back to NYC with open arms. I know you love Hong Kong, but don't forget the orginal HK - Hell's Kitchen! I miss leaving you random voice messages. It's so sad that you don't have a cell phone. but I'll see you soon. I LOVE YOU!!!
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