Because today I am sick I decided to call my mother for coddling and sympathy. Actually as I was limping around the kitchen feeling extremely sorry for myself, even Dave suggested I call Rosie. Then he laughed evilly – knowingly. Tee hee. Why the evil smirk? Because he knows the Rose. And he knows how this conversation will go…
Tessa: Hiiiiiii. Cough Cough
Tessa: Yes….gargling and sick noises.
Rosie: Is that you? What’s wrong?
Tessa: I’m sick.
Rosie: Were you an het boomele (dutch way of saying partying?) You know you shouldn’t do that at your age. You never could take it. Always looking so yellow.
Tessa: No mom. I’m actually sick. I have a cold.
Rosie: Well what happened?
Tessa: Well it happened yesterday. All of a sudden.
Rosie: Well I’m fine.
Tessa: Yeah I know.
Rosie. Well you know I always have that little cuff. (she demos the cuff (cough). It’s my asthma. So terrible. Your brother has an inhaler. I told him not to smoke. We have weak lungs.
Tessa: Yeah. I know. Anyways. I ache. And my throat is sore.
Rosie: I can’t be near anyone who’s sick. You know that. I could die.
Tessa: Good thing I’m just talking to you on the phone then.
Rosie: I’ve had pneumonia three times. But I was never sick at your age. Make sure you get your blood sugar checked. Diabetes runs in the family.
Tessa: Yeah. Anyways. I’m feeling pretty tired so I’m going to go.
Rosie: Max pees too much. He needs to get his blood sugar tested.
Tessa: Okay mom. Bye. Love you.