“The RoseBouquet”

Do you ever have trouble deciding whether to go see your doctor when you’re sick?

I’ve been wrestling with this for several days now. I came down with a flu bug on Saturday night. I felt somewhat better on Sunday morning, which was good, as I hate to miss church, but it’s been getting steadily worse since then. It comes and goes, but much of the time my skin feels scalding hot and my bones are rattling with cold. I took some Advil on Sunday, which broke the fever for a few hours, but by Monday morning had a fierce cough.

Oh-oh! I know that always happens. When my head is drained it goes down into my lungs, and I end up with pneumonia! So I’ve been trying to fight with alternative remedies.

Early yesterday, in the wee hours, I promised myself I’d go to the doctor. But then woke to find it snowing white fur caps all day. I just didn’t think I had the strength to drive the distance with the tension of watching out in that weather. Dad doesn’t drive in the city, so I put it off. In a few days this should wear off, right?

This morning I’ve resolved to see a doctor in Rosthern. It’s a town nearby that has a doctor, and Dad is able to drive there. So if the Doc sticks me in the hospital, at least he can drive home too. In that case, you need to pray for him, as he doesn’t batch very well.