No gears and pedal breaks...why is this not as easy as it was when I was 10? Because the late breaking health diagnosis is iron deficient anemia....the reason for me feeling like a limp rag 90% of the time. So, while this is no fun, at least the doctors put me on mega iron and also B-12 and hopefully by the end of the month my blood will show some improvement.
So....skip forward a week and we are supposed to be going to Selma, AL for the men's invitational. I am dragging around and thinking how am I going to do this? Finally I get packed and we leave, headed to Tallahassee for the night. We had a quick steak dinner and head back to watch American Idol. It's still early and I am feeling really lousy. Well, without being too graphic, let me tell you the waste basket became my bed buddy and I never saw American Idol. I had a stomach virus like none I had ever had. Morning came and again I thought I would die and we still had about 5 hours of driving to reach Selma. I wound up spread out on the back seat of the car with my stolen trash can by my side. To make matters worse Melinda Doolittle was booted off Idol! I think the integrity of this show has been lost this year.
So, we arrive in Selma at Rosemary's house and I am starting to feel a little better. Keith goes off to hit golf balls and I go up to take a little nap. While lying there unable to sleep I think I should start unpacking....the hanging bag is a snap but where the heck is my suitcase? We must have left it in the trunk of the car so Rosemary and I head out to the golf course to check. IT'S NOT THERE!!!!! Can you guess where it is? AT HOME!!!!!!! Did I kill Keith? Well, I wanted to but I was in Selma and my sharp shooter was in Belleair. Eternal thanks to Gary for racing to the house, finding my suitcase and then running to Fed Ex to overnight it to me....saving the day and the life of my dear husband. Plus, I repeat....I was in Selma and one must remain a lady at all costs. At least it made for good dinner conversation that night at the Club. I wish I hadn't eaten as it was another rather rough night. Each day has been better and today I think I really will live. Another evening at the club tonight, auction tomorrow, golf tournament finishes up and we head to Panama City Beach for a couple of days in paradise!
