Lunch, errands, back home to find the sick boy downstairs lounging on the couch, which was fine until he tried to stand up and collapsed. I think it was a combination of his blood pressure meds and the flu, but I heard a big thud and came down to find him on the floor, slumped against the wall. He was unconscious and unresponsive, even when I shook him and called his name. I finally slapped him (not hard, don't be silly) and he sort of woke up. I felt just like Bette Davis in some early Warner Brothers weepie. He doesn't remember getting up or falling down, but now he's back on the couch with very firm orders not to get up without me.
Plus, tonight is the big fireworks show down on the bay that KFOG, a local radio station, puts on every year.

Oh, my....Please give R my love, I hope he recovers quickly. So he can slap you back!
ReplyDeletepoor R man! Goodness
ReplyDeleteI hope he'll be all right. Scary!
With all those fireworks and all that drama, it's like To Catch a Thief over there.
And I'm Her Serene Highness.
ReplyDeleteI hope that R Man is feeling better soon. ((HUGS))
ReplyDeleteHeavens, poor R!!!! Shall I come out there and make soup?
ReplyDeleteI like your no nonsense bedside manner Nurse Peenee. I’ve often felt a good Hollywood slap across the face could cure just about any illness, good call on the diagnosis and swift delivery of the punishment.
ReplyDeleteHope R man recovers quickly before he requires more of the sobering lethal love blows.
I always did think of you, Peenee, as a cross between Bette Davis and Grace Kelly.
ReplyDeleteTell R-Man to get well soon!