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The Christmas That Keeps On Giving

         The cold got worse Friday night and by Saturday I was a zombie. My father, in his 80's, came home around 5. He hadn't eaten anything but crackers all day.He sat around and slept the rest of the day. I did get him to eat half a bowl of soup around 8:30. He went to bed early. Today he's only come out of his room once. I'm worried about him. He has a water glass, and has taken his pills, so I don't think he'll get badly dehydrated. He's just sleeping.

         I feel bad myself, no appetite, headache, sneezing, etc., but I've forced myself to get up and about. I don't want him to waste away or have a stroke while I'm sitting here ignoring him. He has a lot of pride and is stubborn. I won't be able to force him to a doctor. He'll get mad if I call EMT's. I just have to monitor things.

         Then my brother showed up for an hour or two, and he's catching a cold.The second brother called; he's got a fever, chills, and is woozy.These babies are killing us. I'm buying face masks for the next family gathering.