I get by with a little help from my friends...

I have to admit, one of my biggest fears is to die at home, alone. And, because I am alone, no one notices I'm gone, and Daisy eats me as a midnight snack before anyone finds me. Disgusting? I know, but it happens, and I really do not want it to happen to me.

As I've been lying on my couch this week nursing the Pammy Plague, there have been times when I've thought my lung was going to explode or some other malady would happen and there I would be, dead and rotting by the end of the week.

Well, I have to say, even though I am single and (sniff sniff) seemingly alone in the world, during this illness I have been reassured that there are a lot of people out there who would notice if I kicked the bucket (in a timely fashion) and will help me if I need it.

There have been several friends who've checked in on me during the week, others who have offered to bring me food or other assorted joys, and then there is my dear friend Taryn, who actually did this:
That's right, friends, she sent me flowers.
So kind.
I wept.
For real.


I am starting to feel better, but I still have a way to go.

Hope you are all well and staying healthy.
-- This Single Gal