a flash of delight

I’m not very good at being sick. It makes me sad. Sick and sad. But after months of being sick and convincing myself it was “just a cold” I finally cracked and went to the Dr. last week when it got so bad that I was barely able to breathe. That was actually pretty scary. But after a long lecture, many prescriptions, and a very un-sexy inhaler I am feeling a little bit better. Thank goodness!

So the other night I was lying awake (it’s surprisingly difficult to sleep when you can’t breathe) I was thinking about how miserable I was: sick, wheezy, sleep deprived, and I was feeling pretty sorry for myself. I mean, I couldn’t even have a coke with ice which, sadly, is probably one of my favorite treats ever.

But mid pity-party a little voice told me I should count my blessings. So I did.

Even though I feel like hell, I have a warm and comfortable bed to rest in.

And even though all I felt like eating was OJ, toast and chicken soup I live in a place where those things are easily available and I have the money to buy them.

I may not LOVE my day job right now but I have one and it has health benefits.

I can buy medicines and cough drops and vitamins and whatever else I need to make my sickness more bearable.

I have an adorable little pup dog who loves me and will warm my lap and will forgive me even if I can’t take her out for long walks right now.

Things like TV and internet and books and magazines and movies to distract my fevered brain.

And other things like hot showers and clean air to breathe (even if I can’t breathe all that well) and clean clothes.

So you see, it really could be worse and I am 100% grateful it’s not.

I hope you have a great weekend. I fully intend to get back to blogging next week. I haven’t even told you about my macaroon class!

xo

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