Just a short note tonight. I’m tired. It’s been a long day. I have another fairly long day tomorrow and I was sick this weekend. Flat out, on my back, slept for nearly 24 hours straight except to get up and get drinks of water and go to the bathroom. Yeah, that kind of sick. The kind of sick that you hope will pass quickly because to have so many things you need to be doing. The kind of sick that you worry might never pass because, really?, the common cold does not feel this bad. Or does it?
After Booty Texter dismissed me in his frustration at my being unwilling to lower my standards and subject myself to his selfish motivations, I went to bed (Friday night) . For all intents and purposes, I did not awaken and like it, until sometime Sunday morning in the wee hours of the morning. Oh, I awoke, but only to go to the bathroom and get a drink. Over 24 hours sick. Yeah.
I’m grateful that I was well enough to work a 13 hour day today and not keel over.
I’m grateful that I’m now home and people decades younger than me who didn’t spend the whole weekend flat on their back sick as a dog, and who have fewer children to go home and deal with than I are just as tired as I am if not more so. This means nothing other than I’m feeling better, my health is certainly not horrible and I am so very glad for that. One’s health is so important. In fact, in my list of things I’m grateful for my health tops the list.
How would you finish this statement?
“If it weren’t for my health I’d _____________________________________________.”
or how about this statement…
“Because of my health I _____________________________________________”.
As for me, it is great to be making it through. The knowledge that people many years younger than I are experiencing the same, if not more, fatigue is encouraging to me. Not that I wish them ill, I don’t. It just means this contraption I call a body isn’t doing so badly after all, and, to me, that is enough to be grateful for.
The Wild Mind 