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t got me. I was walking along,
leading my life, not bothering
anyone I know of, and wham-
mo. In bed, 10-day sentence, no
moving violations. Me, innocent
ole' me. The flu._
First, I nursed my nine-year-
old daughter through it. She had
a mild case, easily treated with
prescription cough syrup, chick-
en soup, and over-the-counter
tablets for fever and aches. The
primary instrument of her four-
day cure was the double-fold mag-
ic of being allowed to loll all day in
Mommy and Daddy's big bed and
being allowed to watch nearly un-
limited hours of video tapes. She
bounced back in short order, im-
pelled by episodes of "Avonlea"
and old Broadway musicals.
My mother, who never lied to
me before, told me specifically
when she nursed me as a child,
spooning straight Coca-Cola syrup
into me to fight colds and sore
throats, "Mommies don't catch
things from their children." She
said this so I wouldn't worry. And,
as a matter of fact, she never
seemed to catch our bugs.
Now, why couldn't I inherit that
along with a love of Brie cheese
and an ability to type fast? In-
stead, I stroke one little fevered
brow, cook a pot of soup, and I'm
out for a week-and-a-half.
I don't remember being this sick
in my adult life, at least, not this
sick unaccompanied by major
surgery. I literally sank into the
bed and stayed there, regretting
my life as Florence Nightingale,
my respiratory state, and my in-
ability to do anything at all about
anything at all.
Miraculously (and through the
vehicles of a simply superb hus-
band, great neighbors, and a
pretty darn good part-time house-
keeper) the things that had to get
done got done. The carpools rolled,
the meals appeared, two Shabbats
came and went. I fell behind in my
work. I blearily watched cable
cooking shows because I couldn't
stomach either the everlasting
O.J. trial or the vulturous talk
shows.
Therefore, the one positive re-
sult of being sick (other than los-
ing three pounds) was that now
I know — at least in theory— how
to make a coeur de creme, haggis,
and Thai Steamed Fish with juli-
enned vegetables and coconut
milk. Then again, coeur de creme
isn't on my diet, haggis is nearly
unthinkable, and the kids won't
eat fish unless it comes in little
logs and is breaded and fried.
Maybe one night I'll make the
steamed fish and the heart-
shaped confection for my husband;
I think he's earned it.
During this siege, he schlepped
for two, parented three, and pre-
pared vast quantities of macaroni
and cheese (which he hates) for
the children and gallons of tea for
me. I don't know what he ate or
how he managed; I was uncon-
scious at the time.
I do remember that each time
I stirred from my stupor he
seemed to have two aspirin, a cup
of tea, and one or two carefully se-
lected domestic questions waiting
for me. My children would tiptoe
in, whisper a few concerns, and
tiptoe out. I was careful in partic-
ular to reassure the nine-year-old.
"This is a very different flu from
the one you had, honey," I
promised her. "I have a sore chest,
and you didn't. And my legs hurt,
and yours didn't. I must have
caught this someplace else."
And then I smiled at her
through my antihistamine-haze
and cheerfully lied, "You know,
sweetie," I told her, "Mommies
don't catch things from their chil-
dren."
Wait A Minute
But Don't Waste It
ERICA MEYER RAUZIN SPECIAL TO THE JEWISH NEWS
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hat part of my life which is
not spent cooking, chasing
children, typing or sorting
socks is spent waiting. In
the carpool line. In the checkout
line. In the interchangeable ante-
rooms of countless doctors' and
dentists' offices.
At the orthodontist's office, the
waiting room is skinny and rec-
tangular. No phone. No toys. Old
issues of Smithsonian and Bet-
ter Homes and Gardens. Ninety
percent of the patients are chil-
dren, and there isn't a thing for
them.
In the pediatrician's waiting
room, an abundance oftoys await,
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