Slow Motion

It's been five days now....huddled sick in bed, burning with fever, shaking with chills, hugging a heating pad, turning on the fan.  Throat raw, Head pounding, Body aching.  Waking up with both eyes glued shut from a double eye infection. (And oh, am I LOVELY.)  Drinking my water and taking my herbs and eating my veggie soup.  Cancelling my lessons AND my make-up lessons. (Which I don't believe I have ever done in 15 years of teaching.)   

I know.  This is starting to sound like a whining session.  I'm starting to kinda get ticked, actually.  Bear with me.  Or click the red x at the top of your screen if you've had enough.  I have too.  This was supposed to be a 3-day virus.  I suspect there is more than one bug wreaking havoc on this body.  You know I'm sick if I missed Sunday Dinner with the family! Today when David got home from church I asked him...what am I doing wrong?  Do you think all this resting is keeping me sick?  But I kinda think not, because there have been times in the last few days when I've drugged up just to attempt to get a few things done.  And I'll tell ya, Ole Bessy ain't doin' so well!

But...it has - majorly - slowed me down.  Into slow, slow motion.  I have laughed at the kids, looked at their art projects hanging on my bed.  I have put them to work to keep the Fry ship sailing. (They even managed to match their own school socks from the clean laundry basket without being asked!)  I have let them scramble around on the bed with silliness until it got to me and then kicked them out.  They have brought me toast and water and fruit and kisses. I have even curled up in a chair some and done nothing (!). 

And I have a fresh appreciation for having the health and energy to be busy with the daily!

You know, some people struggle with health issues that steal their energy every day.  I ache for them.


So I'm expecting to be so much better tomorrow so I can get on with my wonderfully full life!  And I'm very excited about seeing some of you at GBS Homecoming in a few days!!  Unless, of course, the double eye infection doesn't go away.  Then I'm not so excited to walk around campus looking like a werewolf with red eyes swollen shut. (Like I said, I am lovely.)

Have you noticed what a gorgeous day it is in Indiana?  Awesome. 

Have a blessed Sabbath.  I'm off to bed -  again.





Just remembered a funny-awful story from this morning.  All of this sickness makes me feel insecure cause I can't do my normal schedule and keep up with things and I feel sorta...well....WORTHLESS!   David is, of course, almost eternally patient.  This morning, while he was, I think, printing the Sunday School lesson for today (which I usually help with)..I'm standing behind him feeling all bad and I'm wondering if there's anything I can do to help... and would he like me to iron his shirt (which he is wearing)?   And he, without even looking up...

"No...I already ironed it." 

Oh.  Oops.  So not helpful.  So I just collapse into a werewolf-eyed ball on the couch and have just a very few tears.  So glad he's a patient man.