Gratitude

This past week I was sick.  I was home all week except for about 4 hours when I went into work to get some computer stuff ready for a monthly meeting.  I spent most of the time moaning because I ached everywhere.  Even my hair hurt.  I ate soup for 5 days in a row.  I drank tea, water and juice.  Nobody came over to visit because they didn't want my cooties, though some people called to keep me in the loop.  Most commented on how awful I sounded.  That's always so beneficial and uplifting, having loved ones tell you that you sound like shit.  Like they want you to know that they believe you aren't lying about being ill?

 I felt so bad I couldn't sleep.  That's adding insult to injury when you can't even pass the time by sleeping.  Like your illness doesn't want you to miss any of the excitement that feeling lousy generates.  How thoughtful.  Wouldn't want to miss out on any of the thrills and chills that come with a fever, now, would we?

Some really bizarre thoughts came to me during this time.  I found myself thanking my HP for giving me such a comfortable home in which to be sick.  I thanked Him for giving me a job that allows me to have as many sick days as I need without any retaliation.  My husband came home after working 10 hour days to fix his own supper and also make soup for me.  He did so with no complaints.  Have I mentioned that I believe my hubby is a gift from my HP?  I believed it before this illness, but the belief was reinforced last week.  The sun came out in the afternoons and it was warm enough to sit outside and smell the reawakening of the Earth.  People walked past the house and we exchanged greetings.  I have a comfortable couch on which to lie down.  My recliner was nice to curl up in while reading.  I can read!  I'm very grateful for that.  I could bathe and let the sweat of sickness rinse right down the drain emerging refreshed and clean.  There was a selection of lotions and creams to rub into my dry skin.  I have soft fuzzy jammies to wear plus thick socks to keep my feet warm.  Just because I felt really yucky does not mean my HP is a big poopy for letting me get sick, it means that illness happens to human beings.  I am very fortunate that I can recuperate in such comfortable surroundings.

This might be what my sponsor calls having an attitude if gratitude.