I don't get sick terribly often. Only one time in all my years here have I been sick enough to go to a doctor (and that was just last November). Usually I get a cold or a stomach bug and I get over it with relative ease. Or I have a day of feeling blah but once I heed the cue to rest, I'm back at it the next day.
I managed to procure a cold the week of Thanksgiving. But after a few days of combining rest and Robitussin, it was gone in advance of the feast. I spent Thursday-Friday-Saturday-Sunday being fine and normal (or at least mostly). Monday and Tuesday, though, began a slow slide back into cold-land via sneezing and coughing. By Wednesday, even Robitussin wasn't working (and it is WAY too gross to take if it doesn't work). Today I'm laying in bed, because at least when I lay down then I can breathe through one side of my nose. I'm not hungry and even the cats won't come near me.
During the Big Secret Keeping Adventure Of 2012, especially as I neared the end of that stressful period in which I needed to interview with one place while doing my job in another, figure out how to preach at one church while having a convincing excuse for being gone from the other, and my head was in two places while my body ran around from place to place in what felt to me like a frantic race against time...I was pretty sure that the instant I finally told someone, put the cards on the table and got the pieces in motion for a move, then I would be sick. I was prepared to spend Halloween (which is also the anniversary of my mom's death, just to add another layer to the crazy I was experiencing this October!) in bed. I stocked up on kleenex and EmergenC. I knew that I had been burning the candle at both ends and maybe in the middle too, and soon it was all going to blow up in the form of some kind of illness.
Except it didn't.
Now, a month later, I've been surprised by this illness that came out of the blue not once but twice!
Of course, things haven't exactly slowed down, so I shouldn't be surprised. But I've been trying to practice Sabbath...but obviously I haven't been trying hard enough. My body said it was time to rest, so rest I shall.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to blow my nose and then go back to laying around so I can breathe. ta!