Last week was filled with the Havana Garden Club's annual feast served to city emergency responders (police, firefighters, EMS), employees, others and the Havana Herald family, which kicked off on Monday.
Tuesday, the city of Quincy held its first meeting of 2017 and the agenda was packed with issues to be dealt with. Wednesday, the Gadsden County School District held an all-day retreat to discuss potential school reconfigurations, consolidations, demolitions and other changes.
Thursday the School Board district and Superintendent Roger Milton took us on a bus trip around the county to three schools where the school-related employee of the year, rookie teacher of the year, and teacher of the year were announced. Getting off the bus that afternoon, I was in good spirits, looking forward to having our youngest son, Rick and his new wife, Nicole in for the weekend before he is shipped off to Okinawa, Japan for his first deployment as a 2nd Lieutenant.
It didn't turn out that way. By Thursday evening, I knew something wasn't working right. Within a few hours, I had a fever, was hacking up stuff better left undescribed. I managed to keep it all together long enough to see them for an hour or so when they got here. By Saturday night, I was pretty bad off and hubby Rick was threatening to kidnap me and take me up to our doctor's in Thomasville. When Rick and Nic were ready to leave Monday morning, they stopped at the house to say goodbye (I had said not to come ... didn't want my boy to go on his first world-adventure-deployment with this ... this ... whatever it is).
Now, thanks to Rick three years ago who noticed I wasn't acting right and who took me to the ER at Archbold, I spent the next six weeks in two intensive care units with bacterial pneumonia, but lived, thanks to his quick thinking, two transfusions and enough antibiotics that I alone probably caused a severe shortage in both Georgia and Florida. I've been advised, many times, not to take any antibiotics if I can help it so this time around, I've 'soldiered' on.
This is now Tuesday. It still lurks. Hopefully, with more rest, tea and fruit, I'll get better soon. Hopefully. I know this has put an extra burden on Nick and The Herald this week, and I apologize. I'm just still too sick to put all the innocent folks out there anywhere around me.
I will survive (like the song says), it's just a matter of time (isn't there another song like that?).