The Ensure generation

I often hear comments about HMOs being factory operations, but I would never say that about ours.  For one thing, I'm still alive with Stage 4 breast cancer after almost eleven years - the docs must have done something right.

But today I have another reason.  Because I haven't been feeling well this week I had a telephone appointment with my primary care physician this afternoon.  She sent Steve to the supermarket for sports drinks, fruit popsicles, 7-Up and other basic rehydration supplies.  For some reason, when I'm not at my best, I forget every self-help skill I've ever learned and act pitifully helpless.  Of course I know I need to push fluids, especially those with potassium, when I'm dehydrated, but I was acting as though I had no clue, just languishing instead.

"I'll call you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?  It's Saturday!"

"But you aren't feeling well today."

How's that for concern and service?  Not factory at all, right?

The rain began at bedtime last evening and continued throughout the night and off and on during the day.  It's raining again now, one of those long, slow drenchers that reaches to the bottom of the earth.  Hopefully it will even wet down the daffodil bulbs I planted a few days ago and wake them up to thinking about blooming in February, the height of daffodil season in these parts.

And, by then, I should be feeling just great!