Nana

As you know may know about me (only if you have been in my presence for more than 5 minutes), I think my Nana is pretty amazing. However, sometimes I kind of scoff at what she does. Well, last Friday was just one of those times. It actually started on Wednesday before Thanksgiving. When I arrived in town, Nana told me that she had set some things aside for me in the bedroom. Later, I took a look at the collection...a broken cookbook that I had signed as a gift to my cousin when I was in fourth grade, some random pictures of me and my friends from elementary school and a dance in high school, a sticker collection, a self help book, a mold for fancy deserts, packages of medicine, a Kids Praise 2 tape, and
a GIANT bag of cough drops. I suppose this is where a little more background information is needed. Nana loves cough drops or so it seems since she uses them at even the hint of a problem. I hate cough drops and avoid them at all costs.

To be honest, I sorted through the stack, took what I wanted, and left the rest. You might imagine what I took...not the tape, the pictures, the stickers, the self-help book, the medicine, or the cough drop. In fact, I'm not sure what I took other than the mold.

So off I go, back home on Friday. I get only about 10 minutes away when she calls. Much to her frustration she has found the stack of items. Most of her concern is with the medicine and cough drops. Nana saw the only option as driving nearly 30 minutes to Lindale where I was eating lunch to bring them to me. This is where I was, fortunately, able to collect everything I had left behind!

Then comes Monday morning. A little itch in my throat. Insert cough drop #1. A few hours go by. Insert cough drop #2. Repeat multiple times. Monday night. I slight scratch in my throat. Tuesday morning. Rare worry sets in. I do not have time for a sore throat, allergies, a cold, or worse...strep throat. No, my holiday schedule is too busy. Insert cough drop #?? in 24 hours. What has the world come to? Clearly, only desperation would explain. Thank goodness for Nana's pesky ways! The throat is still battling the temptation to let the situation slip downward...but for now I'm holding it off.

Thank you Nana for taking care of me!