So, I've been sick the past couple days, and *zowie* has it been a doozie. I even had a fever. And I don't get fevers. (This makes the third time in my memory.) As I was laying in bed last night, wondering how much one body had to hurt/ache/revolt before it was allowed to die, I remembered Pollyanna and her Glad Game.
So in the spirit of Pollyanna, I've been trying to find reasons to be "glad" about this particular illness. Here is my list:
1. I am not pregnant or nursing and, therefore, can take real drugs.
2. I took my daughter with me to the urgent care and she puked on their floor and someone else got to clean it up.
3. It gave my blessed visiting teacher a chance to magnify her calling by watching two of my children today.
4. Sleep. Lots of sleep. And that's always a good thing.
5. All liquid beverage diet is good for my weight goals.
6. Perspective. Lots and lots and lots of perspective. Because I don't always hurt like this. I feel pretty good, most of the time. And that is huge. There are plenty of people in the world who go to bed hurting and wake up hurting. Every movement is pain. Light on their eyes makes them wince. I don't understand how they cope without driving themselves and all around them crazy, but I know that a lot of them do, and I'm amazed.
Pollyanna is right--you can always find things to be glad about. Please pass the Nyquil.