The Invalid…..

Skosh has a cold.

Now, I live with one foot in another world, I always have, so nothing should surprise me, but the fact that he was enjoying this ailment had me mystified. At first, it began as any cold does, a little cough here, a complaint of a sore throat there, the odd sneeze which was fraught with peril since a sneeze from a dragon can be accompanied by a clinker or two, not large but large enough to be a slight fire hazard.

He dragged around the house, whining and complaining, and nothing would soothe him. playdragon? no. ipod shuffle? no!! fttttktktktktk! since I needed him well and happy if I were to manage work and errands without twisting my knee, I set about trying to find a remedy that would work for a baby dragon. After many useless attempts at finding a cure, I put him to bed with vicks on his…chest? and a big warm comforter.

After a few days of sniveling and complaining in various forms of sound, he settled in and began to seem to enjoy his hapless state. I heard humming and typing and something that sounded like the Dropkick Murphys accompanied by a trio of dancing dustbin lids followed by loud and irregular snoring. This went on for some days and any attempts to announce that he was indeed much improved and didn’t he want to get up and around for awhile, a little raw chicken liver and strawberry gravy soup, perhaps? were met with stout denial and volleys of sneezing that set me to leaping around with a fire extinguisher. we did go through a few comforters in this fashion. One morning, after having to listen to an hour of earsplitting ‘Green Day’, I strode into his room with the intention of dragging him out of bed, throwing him in a hot shower, and taking him to Rosa’s dragon doc.

I found him in the process of downing an entire bottle of Nyquil.

Now, I don’t buy Nyquil. When I have a cold, I tend to use herbal remedies and while I am sure Iyquil performs the task it claims to perform, and it is indeed a lovely color, it simply isn’t to my taste, so where he came by this bottle I have no idea. As I said, I should not be surprised, but this had me flummoxed. Clearly it was not the first bottle he had consumed and when I looked under his bed I found 27 empties and half a case as yet untouched.

He was too flattened by his excess to do more than giggle self-consciously as I whisked away the evidence and escorted the remaining full bottles to the trash. There was clearly no point in remonstration since he responded to my outrage by making a sound like a breeze through the treetops, intended I suppose to soothe me. My only option was to lock him in and let him sleep it off, which is what he is in the process of doing as I write. I hope he is able to perform his shapeshifting duties as my left calf tomorrow since I have a full workday…but I fear I shall be the victim of the occasional moment of clog dancing, flatfoot, or Irish step-dancing as the mood hits him. I hope my clients tomorrow are eccentric, or Wiccan, or both.

I’m too damned old for this. – Posted by Susan

See more drawings by Dennis and Susan at Galerie Yggdrasil


2 Responses to “The Invalid…..”

  1. Jeanne Desy Says:

    How delightful this is – both story and drawing.

    Your last comment makes me think of my favorite line from an old movie, whose title I have forgotten. Something scandalous is happening in a night club, and one of the mature men at the table says, “I’m too old for this – and I always was.”

    I can’t tell you how many times I’ve used that.

  2. susan owen Says:

    jeanne, thank you for your kind comments. the only things i see in my mind when i hear that line are squinty eyes and many teeth, which leads me to think of films of clint eastwood. ‘absolute power’, perhaps. or ‘gran torino’…a terrific film but much too recent. i’ll keep searching thru the mental cobwebs, since the line is also familiar to me. hmmm….

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