Because of this post and this one by Sheila at To Love, Honor, and Vacuum, I feel like I can write this post. :)
I don't get sick often. But when I do, I get sick. I woke up in the middle of the night with, shall we say, digestive issues... which haven't entirely quit yet... and now the rest of my body is feeling like I've been tossed down about four flights of stairs. And I'm pretty sure I have a fever. I've been freezing cold but sweaty all day.
Why is it that it has to be both miseries at once? Why not one or the other?
I guess on the upside, I'm killing two birds with one stone. At least it's not two separate illnesses at two different times. And I'm not the only one... this bug, or one like it, is all over campus. At least three of my friends are sick today as well, and everyone knows that misery loves company!
But I tell ya what, I HATE stomach issues. The, erm, regurgitation itself isn't so bad. It's the anticipation thereof that's the worst. Since I was little I've had a phobia of vomiting, which means that if I think I'm going to be sick, I get really worried and tense. Once I actually get it over with, it's not so bad.
On the other hand, there's a lot to be thankful for about today. My husband didn't have to be gone much so I haven't been alone hardly at all. One of our two classes for today was cancelled anyway, and I could submit the homework for the other via email. I've gotten to sleep a better part of the day. I'm still in my pajamas and robe. And the best part? I haven't had to cook, clean, or do dishes all day-- and I don't even feel bad about it!
Ideally, I'll be fine by tomorrow... I have plenty of things I'd like to do. But I'm going to enjoy the rest while I have the opportunity to do so! I think that sometimes God lets us get sick as a loud-and-clear message that we need to rest. I'm going to listen to that message! :)