Okay, I must admit this to myself: I am sick. I woke up in the middle of the night on Tuesday with an aching throat and it hasn’t gone away since. Since then I’ve developed a headache and some serious dizziness…whoohoo! I am SO grateful that my body decided to turn against me AFTER we returned from our trip. Seriously, I can look at that as a blessing right?
Still, this is hard for me. I am hardly ever sick…really. My husband is sick all of the time. I have grown comfortable with being the nurturer, not the nurtured. Admitting that I’m sick, that I need to stay in bed, that I need help…that’s something I’m quite uncomfortable doing. Accepting that help means I’m weak, vulnerable.
Of course, what happens when I DON’T recognize my sickness is I continue to force myself to go about the day as normal, doing chores and homework and the like while feeling worse and worse with each passing minute.
There are times when we must swallow our pride, curl up in bed, and come clean to ourselves that we are indeed human and we can’t do it all.
Today is one of those times.
Instead of being sad, I’ll just dream of Soup.