I'm finally feeling better. My grandma called right when I was getting home from a run to the grocery store. She threw a FIT when she found out that I wasn't in bed and that I went to the store. She threatened to drive down to pick me up and take me back to her house to spend a few weeks in bed.

I decided not to tell her I'm returning to work next week (pending doctor's approval).

I'm middle aged and she still tells me what to do (but I love her for it even when it makes me crazy)