One day, you're feeling just fine, planning your meetings, grocery trips, children's activities, play dates, and meals for the week. The next day you wake up with a slight illness, nothing you can't deal with quickly. Over the weekend, mild illness turns into can't-get-out-of-bed-104-degree temperature and you're eternally grateful for frozen lasagna and children that are old enough to turn on the oven. After a few days of it, you just wake up Wednesday morning and you're suddenly...better.
I always feel awe that I can feel so good and then so bad and then so good again. What a difference a day makes when our body is playing tricks on us. I'm really amazed at how hard it is to understand the complete tiredness that I felt. Even though I experienced it first hand, to look back, it just seems not possible that I felt the way that I did. I'm still trying to comprehend the feeling of knowing, and yet, not knowing. Maybe I'm trying to over analyze "sick" when it just really doesn't make any sense.
Anyway, I'm so happy to be awake again. I'm so happy that I can see and stay awake and enjoy small everyday things that I sometimes forget to love. Now, rather than making myself get up for simple tasks, I have to make myself go to bed. This is just as it should be!
I love being healthy!
1 comment:
I hate when I'm sick but it makes me so grateful to be well again. I'm so glad you're feeling better and that your kids were able to help out.
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