That moment when you wake up from your dreams having dreamt
that you had died, some horrible stomach tumor or appendix rupture only to
realize that you are in horrible, mind blowing, earth shattering pain, which
after a few moments of foggy realization you run lickety split to the
bathroom. And that is how the debilitating
bite of the horrible monster the stomach flu starts.
Yup. Need I say
more? I guess lots of fluids, plenty of
down time and tomorrow I will start back into things. I did however, even in the wet noodle like
state that my body feels like it is in, mow my section of the lawn that I don’t
let the kids do. The front of
course. That needs my kind of perfection
for every car to see on the Sunday afternoon parade route that is my
street. This week most likely they will
be highly disappointed, because I don’t care how badly the flowerbeds need edging
I am much too weak to give a flying rats bum-cheek and if it wasn’t for the fact that we (both
Jason and I and our two oldest girls) have youth conference next week and will
miss mow day, no matter how sick I am I cannot let my lawn go that long. I know, ocd, but we all need something other
than ourselves to be obsessed with.
I guess I could look at the pins and needles, or rather
swords and cemetars, being jabbed into my tummy right now as something to feel
horribly sorry for myself about. In fact
a few minutes ago when I told my daughter Suzy, “Thank you so much for giving
me your plague,” I was in reality expecting an, “I’m so sorry, Mom,” but in
truth only got, “I told you it was horrible.
Now do you believe me?” kind of reply when I wanted to pout a little.
I’m going to choose however to look at the glorious gift
this is beyond the awfulness, I get to spend a whole day in bed, reading a book
or writing on my laptop and I don’t even have to feel guilty about it like I
normally do all those other days. In
fact I will probably, out of concern for my family’s wellbeing of course, let
my beautiful daughters trouble themselves with making dinner so that I don’t
contaminate the rest of the family.
You see? Everything
has andupside! Well time to go, the shining
throne in my bathroom is calling me.
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