It's Monday morning 2 AM. I'm on day 6 of The Worst Case of Flu in My Life. I'd like to think that I'm on the downhill side of this situation, which included
At the moment, I feel the best I have since last Wednesday at approximately 11 A.M., when I first thought, "I think I may have caught the flu," but this assessment is being made in the context of not being able to sleep for the past four hours because a vertical position induces incessant, ineffective coughing. So it's all relative.
I have high expectations for Monday. After waking up from the restful sleep I have no doubt is soon approaching, I am hopeful that Monday will be a day marked by strength regathering, consistent non-feverishness, and momentum-building. The fact that typing these few hundred words has fatigued me considerably concerns me in a directly proportional manner.
Another discovery is that my Flu-time has been marked by excellent prayer time and horrible Bible-study time. I've had much 'down-time' that has allowed me to just talk with God and be comforted by the words of his written upon my heart. I made an effort at memorizing an extended passage of Scripture and felt like I was a dyslexic person trying to read a bowl of alphabet soup. I just couldn't focus and recall was nonexistent. On a good note, though, I was inspired to have some chicken noodle soup and that made me feel a little better.
I've not had family hugs or kisses for any of these days, and I'm jonesin' for it bad. Kelsi has been allowed to hug my big toe, and they've developed a way to 'air hug' me. Unfortunately, I'm not even allowed to blow a kiss, because it may arrive COD (coughing upon delivery).
I also remember my vows during these days of sickness. Kelli is so amazingly kind and caring. I get to the point where I annoy myself (and I have been pretty whiny and moany at different moments) and she is just comforting and nurturing. I am thankful for her.
I also think about friends we have who are so much sicker and dealing with so much more than my puny little flu. Friends with terminal illnesses who battle bravely without complaining. It light of their fight, my bout is put in perspective. Kelli has said she's never seen me this sick, and she's right. I don't know if I've *ever* been this sick...but the fact that I can even type that out is reason to thank God for how undeservedly good he has been to me.
Okay...approximately 37 minutes have passed by and the nighttime sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy-head, fever, so I can rest medicine is making me drowsy.
Onward to recovery!