RICHARD
03-30-2005, 05:55 PM
Having a cold really sucks.
You have to find the right medicines, the right position to sleep in and the right nurse to care for you.
I have been fighting a cold since last Friday and the last two nights have been kinda thrilling-If you enjoy danger,
cat's claws and the possibility of giving blood......
I hunkered down for the evening on Sunday and the Edster climbed into bed with me and assumed his
usual position, head in the armpit, his back along the inside of my arm.
I start to read and WHAM he grabs a hold of my polo shirt that I'm wearing.....It's nails into the shirt and my skin...
It's a black Nike polo shirt...........It's an old shirt that is baggy
enough not to feel constricting and the neck opens so I don't wake up from the dream when the monster
starts choking me.
Startled, I look for the bug, that may be flying around the room........NOPE, NOTHING....
A few seconds later....WHAM.....he grabs me and the shirt again......
I get out of bed, check for bugs or a spider and see nada, zilch, zero....
We readjust ourselves and head off to the land of Winken, Blinken and Nod......
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Last night, after his patrol of the house, water dish and all points of the compass the Edster climbs back
into his spot and starts to doze off....
WHAM......
Nails into the nipple this time....
"ED, What the hell is the matter with you?????"
I shake him off, shake the bed out and see no insect type insects in the area....
A few minutes later........8 claws to the chest ....I check again...beng sick I have no patience for this game-playing.
NOTHING....
WHAM!!!!! Third time's the charm........
The Edster has been trying to catch the NIKE SWOOSH, the trademark that is embroidered on the left
breast of the polo shirt I have been wearing to bed for the last two nights.
When I looked down he had his claws caught in the embroidery of the swoosh...I finally figured out that he thought it was
something moving because as I'd take labored breaths the shirt and the swoosh would pulse in time with my respirations...
I tucked the the offensive logo underneath me, looked into his eyes and right before I turned off the light said to the
Edster.........Just TRY IT................:rolleyes:
You have to find the right medicines, the right position to sleep in and the right nurse to care for you.
I have been fighting a cold since last Friday and the last two nights have been kinda thrilling-If you enjoy danger,
cat's claws and the possibility of giving blood......
I hunkered down for the evening on Sunday and the Edster climbed into bed with me and assumed his
usual position, head in the armpit, his back along the inside of my arm.
I start to read and WHAM he grabs a hold of my polo shirt that I'm wearing.....It's nails into the shirt and my skin...
It's a black Nike polo shirt...........It's an old shirt that is baggy
enough not to feel constricting and the neck opens so I don't wake up from the dream when the monster
starts choking me.
Startled, I look for the bug, that may be flying around the room........NOPE, NOTHING....
A few seconds later....WHAM.....he grabs me and the shirt again......
I get out of bed, check for bugs or a spider and see nada, zilch, zero....
We readjust ourselves and head off to the land of Winken, Blinken and Nod......
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Last night, after his patrol of the house, water dish and all points of the compass the Edster climbs back
into his spot and starts to doze off....
WHAM......
Nails into the nipple this time....
"ED, What the hell is the matter with you?????"
I shake him off, shake the bed out and see no insect type insects in the area....
A few minutes later........8 claws to the chest ....I check again...beng sick I have no patience for this game-playing.
NOTHING....
WHAM!!!!! Third time's the charm........
The Edster has been trying to catch the NIKE SWOOSH, the trademark that is embroidered on the left
breast of the polo shirt I have been wearing to bed for the last two nights.
When I looked down he had his claws caught in the embroidery of the swoosh...I finally figured out that he thought it was
something moving because as I'd take labored breaths the shirt and the swoosh would pulse in time with my respirations...
I tucked the the offensive logo underneath me, looked into his eyes and right before I turned off the light said to the
Edster.........Just TRY IT................:rolleyes: