Left for Dead

I was sick the other morning with a little touch of some gastro thing. I won't bore you with the details but the fact that I was unwell could be heard throughout the entire house.  As Girl left for school, she asked what I was doing.  What the fuck did she think I was doing? But I answered politely that I was trying to vomit and have a nice day.  I managed to get Boy off to school but only moments before I had to beat another hasty retreat to the bathroom.  I got a cup of tea and a couple of digestive biscuits, just in case the urge to eat would suddenly come upon me, and dragged my sorry arse back to bed.

The next thing I knew was Girl coming home for lunch.  I had not moved for 3 hours, tea and biscuits untouched. Now I'll admit to enjoying a daily occasional afternoon nap, but mornings in bed = at death's door.  She knew I was unwell before she left but that girl did not even come into the room to see if I was alive.  Not one little poke to see if I would move.  Not even a glance at me to see if the blankets were moving up and down. No loud noises to see if I would startle. I could have been unconscious from severe dehydration and she wouldn't have known it. 

I had been left for dead. 

Nursing is definitely not a career option for her.