Never Again

Never again will I use the word "suffering" without a great deal of reverence.  I have had cause over the last 36 hours to regret what I wrote on Monday night.

I woke yesterday morning to a sudden urge to vomit.  And then I did that for several hours.  Then the fever came upon me.  For someone whose normal temperature doesn't even get to 98º, a temperature of 101º is high and very unpleasant.  Then the racking pains.  I could barely turn over in my bed.  Which I left for only a few hours yesterday and only then to go to the sofa and wait for a friend to bring me Gatorade.

I am now actually upright.  I still didn't go to work today.  I still haven't eaten.  I feel like I am 100 years old.  And I don't much like it.

In another hour my friend is coming over to put in a new toilet for me.  She has timed this to coincide with the delivery of my new refrigerator.  So she can make sure they do everything right.  Oh, I am so grateful for her friendship and her home repair talents!  Yesterday she walked into my house and said "Oh, your house is so pretty!"  And I thanked her.  Not so much for the compliment, but for her role in making my house so pretty.  She put the bamboo floors in a few years ago.  She painted the living room. She found me a new dishwasher and stove last year at bargain basement rates, and now a fridge for about half price (still pretty pricey though!) which will be installed today.

I hope I can remain upright for all of this activity, but I may very well have to go back to bed.

I am so grateful for the blessing of my normally good health.  Also grateful that I am motivated to do a lot towards keeping it that way.  This little illness has hit me like a ton of bricks.  Very scary.