Wednesday's Words on a Friday

 The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along to read it and add a few encouraging words.

This month the words/prompts are supplied by Charlotte and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are:

1.cold  2.door  3.fire engine  4.tree  5.jacket  6.sign

and/or:

1.candle  2.cup  3.egg  4.roses  5.window  6.hazy


Charlotte's colour of the month is Jade Green.

Here is my story:

Flushed with fever, Rebecca’s cheeks were as red as fire engines used to be, though she complained of being so very cold. It was the first sign of illness within the Sanctuary since Vincent had died of untreated infection last year. He had been badly scratched by thorns on the roses but pooh-poohed disinfectant methods.

Susan carefully checked Rebecca from head to toe, for outward injuries and found none, so bundled her into a blanket and carried her to Maggie who often seemed to know what was wrong. Maggie’s first question was “is anyone else in the family ill and who else has had contact with Becky?” “No and no-one” were Susan’s answers so Maggie told her to go home, put Becky to bed in her own room, and close the door to within an inch to allow air while keeping her isolated. “Put her bed near the window so she can see out if she wants to”.

Susan hurried home and did as she had been told while Becky had fallen asleep on the way and didn’t stir even when being wiped down with a cool cloth. Maggie realized her recollections of illnesses was hazy after so long and asked to borrow books from anyone who had any medical references. Erin had one and gladly handed it over. Knowing a little herself, she talked with Maggie a while and offered to be go-between with Susan and Maggie, but Maggie said it would be far wiser for Erin to keep away so as not to endanger her own health with the baby now being only a few weeks away.

Wandering towards home, Erin decided to walk near the woods where Russell was helping Terry string the latest catch of fish for smoking, having first delivered a basket full to the kitchen where they would become tonight’s dinner. Stopping by her favourite tree, Erin pulled her Jade Green quilted jacket closer against a strong breeze and thought of things her mother had told her. If Becky was sickening with measles, she would be highly contagious, also light would hurt her eyes, so a candle would be gentler illumination for the first week.

Food could be withheld until the fever was gone, then a cup of water several times a day and a lightly cooked egg once a day until the appetite returned. Other contagious illnesses she remembered were chicken pox where the spots became extremely itchy and of course influenza which was well known for streaking through communities like lightning. All other parents would have to be told to keep their children close to home in case they also became ill. She decided “I can do that on my way home.”

“Contagion is a funny thing,” she thought as she walked, “it has to begin somewhere before it can spread, so where does the original illness come from?”


Comments

  1. Great use of the words. Hope all will be fine with Becky and yes, where do those viruses start?! Some by eating/getting bitten by monkey or bats, I read, but measles and all? And some we had fought seemingly for good here in Europe came back with refugees - or any tourist, you never know - the world is a small place now...

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    1. Iris; thank you. I have often wondered how such things begin, the virus must lurk somewhere, but where and how do they get activated? And of course these days there are vaccinations available, but many don't care to vaccinate so some long dormant diseases are coming back. In Australia now there is measles going around and last year whooping cough.

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    2. Here many refugees bring in viruses that were long "dead" here. You also get lice remedy in any store...

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  2. Muito boa tua história e realmente ficamos sem saber de onde iniciam as doenças contagiosas. Cuidar é preciso! Beijos, tudo de bom,chica

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    1. chica; thank you, caring and being careful are always necessary.

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  3. Never ignore a cut, I say. Good use of the prompts.

    Have a lovely day.

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    1. lissa; thank you, it's true all cuts should be disinfected and kept clean, the Vincent in the story didn't think disinfectant or antispetic was necessary and died.

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  4. The search for patient zero is usually fruitless. Yes, it has to come from somewhere and that’s the odd thing.

    No matter what, I do hope it’s nothing awful and can be contained.

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    1. messymimi; patient zero is hard enough to find, I wonder more where patient zero "caught" the infection, where do those viruses and germs live? Some things are obvious, contaminated water or food, dirty living conditions bringing cholera or plagues. Becky does have measles but a mild case once the fever goes.

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  5. Great use of Charlotte’s words!
    I enjoyed the way you tied them into the Sanctuary’s daily life.
    The candlelight and Jade Green jacket were such nice touches.
    Hoping Becky’s fever passes soon and all remains well.

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    1. Veronica Lee; thank you. I was wanting to keep the Sanctuary story going. Becky's fever doesn't last long, I based that on one of my daughters, coming out from school with fever and violent headache, by the time we had walked home she was covered in chickenpox spots and the headache disappeared soon after, along with the fever.

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  6. share your wonder about where the first virus came from, and old cupboard, a chicken feather ? I'm sure somewhere dry and dusty that kept the virus dormant until it was inhaled by an unsuspecting victim.
    But this only pushes the need for explanation one step back. Where did this dormant virus come from ... ?
    I like your Sanctuary series. Well written. Small kids' fever are always dramatic, but only seldom serious.

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    1. Charlotte; the first instance of any virus is a puzzle that may never be solved. I remember well how quickly small children spike a fever and how quickly they recover.

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  7. Good story, R. Nice use of the words and interesting too.

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  8. Sounds like they have things under control, and know what to watch for. The baby's condition and recovery will give them more knowledge to spread in the future.

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    1. Val; they do have things under control, but much actual knowledge has been forgotten, so books are once again necessary as well as a good dose of common sense.

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  9. Hey River! Happy Weekend. I didn't know that the light hurt them. I get that way at times when I don't feel good. The light and the windows all get closed. Wishing you a groovy rest of the weekend.

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    1. The Happy Whisk; I may be wrong but I think it is only measles that makes the eyes light sensitive for the first few days. I noticed it when my youngest caught measles from another baby while we were staying in a hotel between houses, (we were moving again), we passed in the hallway, two mothers with babies in prams and the babies touched hands. Two days later my boy was feverish and turning away from the lights. The clinic sister said it couldn't be measles until I mentioned the lights avoidance, then she checked inside his mouth and saw the white spotted inner cheeks and the blotchy red rash followed a day later.

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  10. Much food for thought here. I worry that we are losing our traditional, almost instinctive ways of nursing our sick children at home.

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    1. jabblog; I think you may be right. A lot of "old-timer" instinct and knowledge is gone.

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  11. Closing the door, I light my candle,
    Hanging my worn jacket onto the hook.
    Walking to my chair, my bones groan.

    The cold has worn me out.

    Stirring up embers to a fire
    Setting a kettle to boil making my tea,
    Wrapping my fingers around the cup.

    The heat sinks into my hands.

    Easing into the chair with a sigh,
    Hearing the rain as it hits window.
    Steaming hot tea warms me;

    It is a good day to be home.

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    1. Susan Kane; nice poem. Coming home is always good.

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