The Friday before last I woke up with that tell-tale tickle in the throat. It got worse and worse and then settled almost immediately in my chest. I've been hacking and coughing ever since. This hacking and coughing is, of course, the very worst between 9pm and 2 am. I've been sleeping on the couch ever since, trying to preserve both Plantboy's health and sanity.
Can there really be a silver lining in this?
Why, yes, as a matter of fact.
It makes me realize just how grateful I am for the good health I normally enjoy. My body will fight off this illness on its own; I have a friend right now dealing with cancer. It has made me appreciate Plantboy's tender attentiveness. I am grateful for the soup: just the smell of homemade minestrone is restorative. I'm grateful for my crockpot, and for frozen dinners. I'm grateful for kids that didn't act disappointed when I didn't show up for the Halloween festivities at school because I spent most of Wednesday in bed. This illness has made me realize just how much I did enjoy my regular-ish exercise when I was well and that I'm anxious to start up again. I'm grateful to Kleenex. Yes, being sick is not nice, but it sure makes me appreciative.
1 comment:
I'm grateful for Kleenex, too. How did the pioneers get along without it?
Hope you get well soon.
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