Life Saved by Cool Cloth on Fevered Brow...Phyllis

In the movies, they boil water in a crisis: She's having a baby, boil some water. We have to amputate, boil some water. This bullet has to come out, boil some water.
My choice of expression of love and concern is a cool cloth. I believe a cool cloth can bring a person back from the brink of death.

Sue had gone to bed and I was entertaining myself by drawing designs on a box with my Sharpie markers. The TV was on...it's pledge week on PBS and that's when they show all the good stuff. The other night, we watched a Pretenders concert followed by a documentary on sixties soul music hosted by Aretha Franklin. On this night, I was watching Red and Green...this is worth watching. He does the craziest things. For example: He took the door off his refridgerator and replaced the front door of his house with it. Then whenever he opened the door, all the lights in the house came on.

Another thing he did was run gasoline thru his garden hose and out the sprinkler. Then he threw a match on it and fire came out the garden sprinkler! Wonderful stuff! I recommend that show: Red and Green.

So, I was sitting at our table drawing on my box and watching Red and Green on PBS when Sue burst into the living room, past me and into the bathroom.

"I'm sick," she said as she flew past me.
"Are you going to throw up?" I asked?
"Diarreah," she said.

So I went on drawing and watching Red and Green. After awhile I noticed the sound of distant thunder had subsided and became silent. I got up and knocked on the bathroom door.

"You OK in there?" I asked.
A weak voice answered me, "No."

I opened the door and Sue was laying on the floor! Oh, my GOD! I went immediately into crisis mode. I knew exactly what to do. I got a cloth and soaked it in cold water, rang it out with a calm steadiness that would make Florence Nightengale look like a confused amature on crack.

Sue was white as Michael Jackson and sweating like a contestent in a hot dog-eating contest. I wiped her fevered brow with a calm confidence that said, "Don't worry. I'm in charge now."

"I think I can get up now," Sue said weakly after a minute or two. And she got up and I helped her back to bed.

Soon she was asleep. The curtains blew in and out with each snore. All was well again. Once again, the cool cloth revived the fevered brow, brought relief and restored order to the home.