July 19, 2013 by Last Star blog
Last Star…floating petri-dish
We are still sick. Can you believe it? It has got to be the flu. This is day 7 for Hank and I can’t remember what day for me. Here is the list of our ailments: fever, chills, cough, sneezing, weeping eyes, runny nose, and body aches. Every day feels like someone beat us while we were sleeping. We are lucky if we can make the 6 block walk to the Harris-teeter. That just about kills us. We have both had 48 hours in bed, literally, not leaving the cave that is the bedroom. It is making us crazy. We have watched an entire season of Dexter, Weeds, and some very bad movies! LOL. Warm Bodies: okay? Zombies cured by love! World War Z it was not. Now, Hank makes this zombie noise trying not to cough. CRACKS me up. We have moments of hilarity followed by a nap. Here we are in one of the most charming and wonderful cities in the states, Charleston, and we have been here a week and not left the marina. Taking showers drains us. I have given up drying the hair as my arms are like noodles. Cooking is done in stages. We joke that we have never both been sick at the same time, in 30 years! Neither of us can remember being this sick in 15-20 years. We are enjoying our pity-party! Seriously, we are very miserable. Cole is coming in a week to join us and we are just praying that we can be up for a happy hour out on town when he shows up, we may need a nap, but still.
Bear with us on the blog. I promise some beautiful pictures of Charleston soon, as soon as I can go outside without wanting to crawl back in the bed.
On another sad note, our Last Star is officially on the market. It was with a sad heart we posted the ad. She has been a great home and we given a great piece of ourselves in fixing her up. We said we would do this for a year and that’s coming up. We have had some interest already, some folks want to come this weekend to take a look…and we asked them for a few more days to recover. We had a guy come out and take some pictures and look at the boat, locally, and it was everything I could do not to fall asleep while he was talking. We are crawling as fast as we can. Being ill gives you such empathy for all those who have chronic health issues, I don’t know how they do it. We all take our health for granted, I for one am looking forward to the morning I wake up without a headache or the niggling idea Hank has beat me with a bat while I was passed out on Nyquil. Of course, he would have to lift the bat and I know he doesn’t have the strength to both lift it and swing it…one or the other maybe. This too shall pass and Pearl’s happy hour oysters will be there waiting for me when I am well enough to walk the 12 blocks to it!
Hope you are all happy, healthy, and staying cool.