Phyllis Britt

Phyllis Britt

This past weekend I had grand plans – well, maybe not so grand, but a few things to which I was looking forward.

Friday was a regular monthly luncheon of a number of friends. We were going to Doughboys, the new iteration of Vinny’s. I had not been there to eat, so I was happily anticipating lunch.

Then I was to work at Aiken’s Makin’ on Friday afternoon. Our church always has a booth selling necklaces, the sale of which benefits Formula for Life. This project, started by church member Catherine Vandergrift, is in its 10th year of providing formula for babies in Africa born to HIV-positive mothers. The necklaces are crocheted of a variety of terrific colors. They are lightweight, attractive and only $5 each. I believe, in the 10 years of this project, more than $250,000 has been raised through this ministry.

Saturday I planned to visit Aiken’s Makin’ as a shopper. I always look forward to checking out this year’s offerings and enjoying a funnel cake and maybe even some ice cream.

Then Sunday was our church’s breakfast kick-off of our Sunday School year and the start of our Jubilee celebration – commemorating 50 years in our current church building.

Also in the mix for the weekend is a somewhat standing “date” for dinner with my husband and friend Susan, plus our usual Sunday night dinner with our local family.

Then on Thursday I began to feel a bit under the weather. Given that I rarely get sick, I blamed the weather last week, particularly Hurricane Dorian, for the change in barometric pressure that often leads to a bad sinus headache for me. I tried to ignore it.

Friday morning, my daughter came upstairs when I was still asleep. Upon seeing her, I said, “Oh, I guess you’ve dropped off the kids at school and are here for breakfast.” In Cat’s new career in real estate, it is not unusual for her to drop by and join us for breakfast a couple of times a week. However, on this occasion she said, “Mom, you realize it’s after 10:30, don’t you?” Well, no, I didn’t realize. I had looked at my watch only seconds before – so I thought – and it was barely 8 a.m. How did it get to be 10:30?

That was when I began to think I might not just have a sinus headache.

So I took a shower in hopes that would clear my head and renew my energy. And it seemed to work – for a while. I did go down the street to lunch with Tom and Cat (though I ate very little) – I figured driving to Doughboys in my current state wasn’t a good idea. I also make it to my shift at Aiken’s Makin’. But the other folks at our booth tried immediately to send me home. Apparently I looked as bad as I felt.

And there began my lost weekend. I cannot remember when I’ve spent 48 hours like this. Upon returning home, I fell asleep, and I slept pretty much constantly from Friday evening until about 3 p.m. Saturday afternoon.

I rallied long enough to attempt dinner with Tom and Susan. (Here I must digress. One of the items on the menu was a Pittsburgh steak sandwich. How have I never heard of this? I thought it would be like a Philly cheesesteak sandwich. It was, but on steroids. The server, apparently a part of the restaurant owner’s family and obviously from Pittsburgh (you could tell by her accent) sang the praises of this sandwich – a sub roll with shredded ribeye steak, grilled onions, coleslaw, lettuce, tomato, mayonnaise and fries (sometimes with mustard, but I drew the line there); yes, there were fries on the sandwich. When I looked a bit incredulous, she said, “Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.” And, even in my ill-headed stupor, I found she was right – it was delicious.)

Perhaps I pushed things too far, for we went from there to a local ice cream shop.

And then I went to bed again. There I stayed until about 4 p.m. Sunday afternoon. I missed the Sunday School kickoff. I was supposed to speak briefly – Tom had to do it. I was to prepare a dish for the breakfast – Tom had to do that, too.

The good news is that by sleeping away the weekend, I was almost human by the time everyone arrived for our usual family dinner. Upon hearing I was under the weather, Mac decided his family didn’t need to be exposed, especially since 5-year-old Thomas and 2-year-old Maddie just started school at Grace CDC last week. Cat and her family figured they were already exposed, and Susan’s comment was, “If I can survive 20 snotty first graders (she used to teach school, remember), I can survive old lady germs!” Yes, I was insulted, but it is what it is.

So I’m beginning the week with a hope that I’ve had my illness for the next 5 years. I’ve decided I don’t like being sick – who does? The good news is I don’t think I’m a needy invalid. I just want to sleep it away – which is exactly what I did (with a little help from NyQuil and nose spray – don’t knock it till you’ve tried it).

My advice is just that. Feeling a bit under the weather? It’s a little like a hangover. Maybe the best medicine is sleep – even if it means losing a weekend. It’s worth it.