take one in the morning
Yesterday morning, I woke up feeling like a train had ran over me. Very, very slowly. I was in pain. My throat hurt. My widdle belly hurt. It hurt to talk, to move, to be awake and to sleep.
It’s not like I’m one of those strong women, like my mom, who plough on through their sickness until they are physically incapable of moving. When I am sick, I make little if any attempt to hide it. I lie in my bed let out miserable sighs, groans and occasional pitiful pleas of ‘help me’ or ‘why’. It is rather pathetic… on the verge of disturbing. I will only get up to take a cocktail of painkillers, anything with akabanga, and chocolate. I don’t require sympathy from those around me – I am perfectly capable of holding a pity party on my own.
Today, I’m feeling much better. My throat still hurts, but that’s about it – and the wonderful thing about being sick is how grateful you become for health – even if it is not complete health, yet. I mean, this time last week, I was not conscious of my health. It seemed so, I don’t know, standard. I certainly wasn’t remembering it in my prayers. But today, I am so thankful that I can smile without my teeth hurting. Halleluyah!
I read this quote the other day that sums up my feelings quite nicely: “What if you woke up this morning with only what you thanked God for yesterday?” Something to think about as you go to bed.