I am sick, seems Dad gave me his cooties. So while I am writhing in a pool of self pity and noxious germs I figured, might as well share my good fortune with the world.
Yesterday I came home from work early and croaked to our respite lady that I was home. Dad looked and me and said "Hi Stella", when I returned the greeting, he looked alarmed and said "you aren't Stella". I laughed and said no, I am his daughter Debbie. I got a look but the respite lady trumped me with pudding.
I collapsed on the couch in a puddle of misery. Too soon, it was time for the respite lady to leave and I got up to crawl, oops, walk with her to the door. We talked with Dad for a minute and he was shocked that our respite friend was leaving. I think he was afraid to be left alone with someone as obviously incapable as I was. I tried to laugh it off and told my Dad that she was leaving the infirm and feeble to fend for themselves. He thought about it for a minute and asked "Who is infirm". I cheerfully croaked that I was most definitely infirm. He thought for a minute and said "Then I must be feeble". He shrugged and went back to his pudding with a big smile.
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