When illness strikes

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Aug 10, 2009 10:42 am

Mona woke up one day feeling lousy. When she reached over to get the key to unlock the cuffs around her wrists, she became so dizzy she almost fell over. “Mom! Can you help me, please.” she called out. When her mother came to see what her daughter wanted. When she saw her, she immediately said “Oh, baby! Are you all right?” She put a hand on her daughter’s forehead and noticed that it was warm. “You’re NOT going to school today! I’ll call Anna and let her tell your teacher you’re ill.” Before she did that, she un-cuffed her daughter, so she could use the bathroom and then change into a nightgown, which would be a lot cooler. When the footy pyjamas were taken off they both could see small red dots all over the body. “I thought as much. That’s it! No one is coming close to you except for me or your father, for the next week or so. And you will stay in bed, at least for the next couple of days, even if I have to tie you to it. Now hop in bed, this instant!”
Mona did as she was told, but couldn’t resist telling her mother a small grey lie (that is half truth, half lie) “I do feel a bit light-headed, you know. It must be the fever, I guess. I think you’d better put the cuffs on me and tie me to the bed. Just in case?” she said in a pitiful voice, trying to look as poorly as she could. This wasn’t all that hard, as she actually did feel pretty bad, to start with. Her gleaming eyes gave her away, though. Her mother sighed deeply but played along and said: “Oh well! If you are THAT ill, I guess I’ll just have to do that right now.” She wasted no time on further talking, but slapped the cuff on Mona’s right wrist. Then she instructed Mona to lie down on the bed and stretch out as far as she could. This meant that she could thread the other cuff through the slats of Mona’s bed and fasten it to her left wrist.
When that was done she took a pair of thick, knitted socks and put them on her feet. Then she put the one of the ankle-cuffs on her daughter’s left foot and threaded it through the bars at the foot-end to the right foot and snapped it on, thus making Mona unable to move so much as a millimetre. She then took a piece of rope, tied it to the left side of the bed, threaded it under the small of Mona’s back and up and across the stomach tying it off on the right side of the bed. This ensured that she could move about some in bed, but she couldn’t get out of it easily. “I’ll feed you breakfast now, but then I suggest you try to get some more sleep. I’ll put your sleeping mask on before I go.” She let the action follow the words and then she left. As Mona couldn’t see anything, she had all but drifted off to sleep again, when someone gently tickled her sides. “Don’t!” she said, half giggling and half growling. “Good! You’re awake.” He mother said. “Open up, there’s a good girl!”
“Oh, mom! I’m not a little child anymore. Aren’t you going to free me, so I can eat by my self?” Mona complained.
“Nope, I’ll feed you. The only times you will be set free, are when you need to go to the bathroom. You’re very ill. Remember? You can watch TV as much as you want, but only in the afternoon and night. I can tie you to a chair or a stool for that, if you want to.”
And that’s how Mona spent the better part of one week mostly in bed, taken care of by her mother.
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Re: When illness strikes

Postby Plueschbabycd » Mon Aug 10, 2009 12:00 pm

Hallo, interesting story. I know simulate story. I would interesting witch illness Mona had I hop not Chickenpox than would story like this http://jenniferstories.freehostia.com/rebecca.html. :) :D
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: When illness strikes

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Aug 10, 2009 12:03 pm

I've read that story. Rest assured it's not chicken pox or something like that. It's rubella, or something that gives high fever, but nothing else.
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Re: When illness strikes

Postby Plueschbabycd » Mon Aug 10, 2009 12:37 pm

Now learn form story another English name of a children illness. If I read other story oft Chickenpox , I wish had bin tie up in the time It :) I have emboss for it on my face. I wait for second Part.
Thank you
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: When illness strikes pt 2

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Aug 11, 2009 4:42 am

Later on that first day of illness, Mona started to feel cold even though she had two blankets on. When she told her mother, she immediately freed her daughter and told her to get off the bed for a moment. When Mona, still with her sleeping mask on, was standing up on slightly wobbly legs, she put the two blankets back on the bed and went to get two more. She then put Mona back in the cuffs and told her to lie down again. When she had done so, her mother wrapped her snugly in them effectively pinning Mona’s arms to her sides. “If you’re still freezing after all this, I don’t know what to do next!” she said She then took the piece of rope formally used to pin Mona’s waist to the bed and tied it around her midsection. “Do you have any more rope?” she then asked.
“Yes. It ought to be some in the bottom drawer of my desk.” Mona said. Her mother went to check and came back with four long pieces of rope in her hands. “If I tie two of these ropes around you, I’m pretty sure the blankets will stay in place and keep you warm. The other two, I will tie to the bed frame to make sure you don’t roll off the bed, by mistake.”
“I’m sure they will” Mona said in a drowsy voice, “and I’m sure I need to be tied to the bed.” she went on. She felt all warm and secure, wrapped in the blankets and tied up as she was and soon drifted off to sleep.
The next time she woke was when her mother came and fed her lunch, which consisted of broth sipped up through a straw. Afterwards she was “unpacked” to go to the bathroom. She was still, at he own request, cuffed though. Having done her business, she went and lay on the couch in front of the TV. He mother sighed but went and got the blankets and ropes to wrap her daughter in them again. Mona watched cartoons for most of the afternoon with occasional bathroom visits, until her father came home. Then she was carried off to bed again and fed another bowl of broth by him. Her mother then unwrapped her but fastened the cuffs to the bed as it had been done before.
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Re: When illness strikes

Postby Plueschbabycd » Tue Aug 11, 2009 5:05 am

Very good. If you wrote from fever, I through on wrapping in to blanket. That way of bound I would like experience without that I´m ill. But for that you need help that I have not. :( :cry:
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

When illness strikes pt 3

Postby lasse672000 » Fri Sep 04, 2009 1:55 am

On the morning of Mona’s second day of illness, Mona’s mother had just finished wrapping her up in the blankets again, as the day before, tying a couple of ropes around her body to keep the blankets in place, when Anna’s mother came over. She brought Anna with her, as she too had become ill during the night. Now she was dressed warmly in her one-piece snowsuit, mittens, boots and a scarf around her head.
“That’s what you get, from letting her stay here yesterday!” Anna’s mother sourly said. “Now you can take care of both of them for the day, because I certainly don’t have the time to!”
In the meantime, Anna had taken off her one-piece and boots, revealing a red-and-blue narrow-striped footy-pyjamas underneath. Then she was brought to Mona’s room to be put to bed in a spare bed; that Mona’s mother quickly put in there. “It looks nice on you!” Mona commented sarcastically, when she saw it. A couple more blankets and some more ropes were produced and Anna was quickly wrapped in them. She had kept the pyjamas on as well. “That, surely, will keep them both warm. It’s also the best way to bring the temperature down, letting them sweat it out!” as Mona’s mother observed when asked by Anna’s mother. “That and some sleep will work wonders I think.”
When finally left alone, the girls started chatting and giggling, as they usually did. When she heard that, Mona’s mother came in to the room and said:” You two are supposed to get some sleep, not talk! I won’t tell you off again!”
“But, mom!” Mona complained. “It’s too bright in here! We can’t sleep like this!” “And I don’t think we could sleep, all wrapped up like this, anyway!” Anna went on where Mona had left off.
“We’ll just have to do something about all of that then, won’t we?” Mona’s mother calmly said. She went out of the room and a couple of minutes later came back holding some bandages, tape, a couple of handkerchiefs, a bandana, a sleeping mask and some wads of cotton in her hands. She put the sleeping mask over her daughter’s eyes and wrapped one of the bandages over Anna’s eyes. “That will take care of the light, I think,” she commented. “And now, for some peace and quiet in here at last!” She put the wads of cotton in their ears, bundled up one of the handkerchiefs, put it in Mona’s mouth and while lifting her head up, wrapped bandages around her head to keep it all in place, fastening it all with some strips of tape. Then she did the same thing to Anna. Having done all that, she wrapped a third blanket around them. They groaned for a while, but soon drifted off to sleep again, encased as they were in their own worlds. They were only unwrapped to, still gagged, blindfolded and with the wads in their ears, use the bathroom. As the day before, Mona’s mother gave them warm broth, or cold water to drink a couple of times during the day.
When Anna’s mother returned later in the day, the fever had come down a bit. Upon seeing her daughter, lying there all wrapped up; she agreed that she should stay the night.
“It’s your turn to take care of them in the morning.” Mona’s mother said and she agreed to that.
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Re: When illness strikes

Postby chloroformmeplease » Fri Sep 04, 2009 6:12 am

I like this part of the story the best so far. It must be the sensory deprivation that did it for me. I can't wait to read the rest.
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Re: When illness strikes

Postby lasse672000 » Fri Sep 04, 2009 11:47 am

Thank you! A lot of chocolates and drinks goes in to these stories, let me tell you. Not to mention, a lot of thinking.
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Re: When illness strikes

Postby Plueschbabycd » Fri Sep 04, 2009 12:06 pm

Hallo,
I love also this part. I thing would I need such day today because feel bit ill. To guard against is better than to heal an illness. I don´t know how long this illness take part. I had this illness not.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Illness day 4

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Sep 07, 2009 2:38 am

When they woke up the next day, the first thing Mona noticed was that she was feeling a lot better. ‘Ah, the sweat cure really did do the trick’ she thought, still a bit groggy from sleep. Then she noticed that she was still wrapped in all three blankets, gagged, blindfolded and with the cotton-wads still in her ears. She could feel someone shaking her gently and she moved her head, to indicate that she was awake. Her mother then took off the gag, and took the wads out of her ears and said quietly, careful not to wake Anna up: “Good morning, sunshine! Did you sleep well? Are you feeling any better?”
“Yes, I did and I do, thank you.” Mona replied, equally as quiet. Her mother looked a bit confused, but said, “Yes, well, I think I’d better hand you two over to Anna’s mother for the day. She is already here, and she is ready to have a go! I will be home later on today to see how you are doing. You be a good girl, now. Do you hear me?”
“Yes mother!” her daughter said softly. “Could you please un-wrap me now? I really need to go to the bathroom!”
“Sure I can.” Her mother said. “I’ll help you to get there in just a second. I just want to make sure if Anna is awake as well.” Mona could hear her move over to the spare bed where Anna was lying. After a while, she could hear her take a deep breath as the gag apparently came off, and her mother explain that Anna’s mother had just arrived. Then she asked if she too needed to use the bathroom, to which Anna said yes. She un-wrapped first Anna, as she was standing right beside her. Then she turned her attention to Mona. They were then guided to the bathroom.
After having done what they were supposed to do in there, she led them back in to the bedroom and called for Anna’s mother to come and help her wrap the girls up again. When they were safely wrapped up again, their mothers came with their breakfast, consisting of a mug of warm cocoa, with a dollop of whipped cream on top.
That day went by pretty much the same way the day before had. The girls lying in their bed wrapped up, wearing earplugs and gagged. “I don’t want another day like this, please.” Anna pleaded. “Not with the earplugs and blindfold, anyway! If nothing else, it got pretty boring. Yesterday was great. Today, not so much!”
Her mother put one hand on her forehead and noticed that her temperature had gone down. “No,” she said. “I don’t think any of it will be necessary, from now on. I think you feel quite normal by now.”
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Re: When illness strikes

Postby Plueschbabycd » Mon Sep 07, 2009 5:47 am

Hallo, this part was also a good part. Think the girls needs now only two days for getting stronger. This day Mother on the sleeping mask for the sleep. But in other story it sound like had more fun on this think. :) Or was ironic her mother? :wink:
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show