Olla gets the flu

Feeling sorry for myself for having the flu, I decided to call into the Fertile Hilton to see if Olla had gotten the bug, too. "Oh yes!" she said cheerfully, "and I've never enjoyed something so much in my life!"

Figures. Ninety-five years old and she's still enjoying even the flu. Olla only threw up once, and for crying out loud, she hasn't gotten caught up on her sleep for years she's been so busy, so the timing was just perfect. Now she's caught up. It was nice to have an excuse just to lay in bed.

Plus, they came with heated blankets for her and put a heat pad behind her head and another under her back, and "it was just heaven!" Oh, how they wait on her at the Hilton. "This is just the place," she said.

Today, she went uptown with Emil to the drug store. She took her fancy walker, which she usually leaves behind. It made such a difference, she just cruised up and down the aisles. So now Olla figures that I am not going to have to help her when she gets in and out of my pickup anymore--she'll be able to do that on her own. Finally.