Friday, January 21, 2011

R.I.P. -- Ted Is Toast

Long story short: I have one of those flus not included on the list for the flu shot I received in October. (That explains my absence yesterday and the length of this post.)

Where some may see adversity, I see opportunity. I am in the throes of the ultimate detox. Merci Mother Nature. I have a great story to tell you about France, friends and pharmacies when I can leave the room connecting with my chambre.  It's a tale about relationships and the extraordinary contact one has with one's pharmacist -- more on this after my nap. (That's one of the benefits of being unemployed. I have unlimited -- unpaid -- sick leave.)

Now back to my famous Teddy Bear who is no longer in this world. Last night I said to My-Reason-For-Living-In-France, "Would you please do something for me?" His eager reply was, "Anything." (He always says that.)

"Merci par avance," said I. "Would you be so kind as to pop Ted into the microwave and nuke him for three minutes so I can put him against my aching back?"

Five-ish minutes later he came in with a smoking Teddy Bear wrapped in a towel. Ted no longer smelled of his famous lavender to help me sleep. He was burned to a crisp and brought tears to my eyes, not because he was beyond emergency intervention, but because he was giving off toxic fumes. One of the dogs had a coughing/sneezing fit. Hilarious.

End of chapter one. More later.


Francine Gardner said...

Poor Teddy! I always resort to the "bouillote" I have quite a collection. A having the worst week, having a stressful work schedule and the worst sinus infection.I run to my bed with my beloved bouillete in the evening.
Feel better, Francine
ps. I love my pharmacist in France

Fidji said...

Just read your latest posts. What tone, what energy and good teachings ! I enjoy reading you not only because I'm over 40 !!!
Fidji from

Marsi said...

Oh, Tish, my condolences! You are wise to find a bright side to being laid up in bed. I'm going to take a page out of your book next week.

That's too bad -- and too funny -- about Ted.

Get well,

Deja Pseu said...

Oh, I'm so sorry that Ted is literally, toast.

Hope you feel better soon. I've had those flu "detoxes" before, no fun!

Northmoon said...

Oh no, your RFLIF must have felt terrible about cooking Teddy.

Sorry to hear you are not well, and without your bear for comfort. Hope you are feeling better soon.

Anonymous said...

A good and helpful pharmacist makes so much difference. Fortunately, even here in US, we have a wonderful and indispensable one. Get well soon. Poor Ted.

hostess of the humble bungalow said...

Oh poor Teddy...your RFLIF must have felt dreadful.
Rest up Tish...take it easy and drink lots of fluids.
Hugs XO

Rubiatonta said...

Shedding a tear for poor teddy. Snif.

I've got a wonderful pharmacist in Madrid, too. I miss her when I'm Stateside...

knitpurl said...

So sorry to read about both you and Ted (that part was very funny). Happy you are seeing humor in it all. Rest, sleep, drink healthy liquids. You will recover. Hey, I survived the entire month of December with only a minor cough remaining. I know it's not fun, but we are all thinking of you and sending good, healthy thoughts your way.

Blog when you feel like it -- we'll still be reading whenever.
xoxoxo from extremely frigid, sunny Wisconsin, C.

Dash said...

Poor Ted, He was so cute and a brilliant idea, will you be getting a replacement?

Hope you feel better soon.

Je m'appelle Cynthia said...

Oh, my - nuked Ted! Good thing he didn't have any metal in him ... he would have explodes. But you've come up with a great idea, methinks. A nuke-able teddy for warming up people and kiddies who are not feeling well.
Would you like to create/market it with me? We could make millions!!!!

deb said...

Love the positive spin on things - a "detox" sounds so much nicer than the other words!

Condolences on the premature demise of Teddy. Nuked, but not forgotten.

Unlimited (but sadly, unpaid) sick time of one of our shared benefits. Be well.

elise said...

Oh Tish, I'm sorry to hear you're not well . Cozy bed and lots of hot stuff. Drugs always help too... chicken soup is counted in our family as The Drug,;) (at least on one of my sides). Just your everyday American mongrel,Lol ;)

Best to you my friend,
Elise x

LPC said...

BWahahahahaha! Not at your illness, of course.

Duchesse said...

Too funny!

Ted has only gone to the Big Lavender Field in the Sky!

quintessence said...

Oh No!! So sad. Hope you're feeling better soon and the bathroom trips subside.

quintessence said...

Oh and Tish - I am working on a project I'd love you to participate in (many other bloggers you know are as well). I couldn't find an email for you here - could you please send me one a Thank you!

Anonymous said...

His memory lives on.

Jeanne-Aelia Desparmet-Hart said...

My very best friend was a 4th generation pharmacist but has given up this very demanding job for a life of luxury of sorts. Get better Letitia. Keep that teddy bear near.

Christina @ Fashion's Most Wanted said...

Dear Tish, you poor thing! Hope you feel better soon. And poor Ted!!

As you say, look on the bright side mother nature's detox might work wonders? xx

BonjourRomance said...

Poor Ted. YRFLIF must be so distraught! I'm sure he will replace him pronto! Feel better soon!
Bon weekend,
P.S. I recommend Vitamin C for everything. :)

Dumbwit Tellher said...

Tish my deepest sympathy to poor..poor Teddy. He served you well and you returned the love. I hope you are on the mend my dear? I have been sick with the cold/flu just shy of 4 weeks. I feel like I will never feel good again. I love to over dramatize! Get well Tish and enjoy your time in bed!! xx Deb

BigLittleWolf said...

Mon Dieu. Poor Ted. Poor you!

Wishing you better days ahead, and continued encouragement from your Reason-For-Living-In-France, not to mention your pharmacist.

Kaitlyn said...

I'm so sorry to hear you are sick, Tish! And Teddy....I'm just so sad for you! I hope you can find another. He's been good to you the past few months.

Jeanne said...

Oh TIsh, poor you, poor Teddy! Sounds like something that would happen around my house. Like you...I have the 'thing' that just does not want to leave. My Doctor had a theory, I thought of you when she said somethng along the lines of 'femme d'Un Certain Age...'. So annoying when they say that. We are at a fabulous age!!
I hear is to both of us getting well...soon!!

Jeanne xx

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