Sick Time

If there's one thing I've learned in my life it's to never say never.  I was just bragging to someone the other day about my over achieving immune system.  I told her "I never get sick."  You can guess what happened next.  Yep.  I got sick.  For the better part of the last two weeks I've been battling a sinus and ear infection and bronchitis. Serves me right.

I'm sick so infrequently that I don't know how to cope.  I don't manage my treatment or my time very well and end up just collapsing from exhaustion (or over-medicating on decongestants.)  I get extremely whiney and a little lost.  (Just a note of extreme gratitude for Leroy's selfless care over the last several days.  I wouldn't have managed without him.)

There's nothing quite like getting sick to put things into perspective.  When you are ill, nothing else matters.  Nothing.  Even though we may try to continue with ordinary, day-to-day tasks, something has to give.  It always does.  It takes my own illness to remind me of this insight.  I don't see it when I'm caring for the sick around me.  I have very little sympathy for them, but I sure expect it when I'm the one that's sick or in pain.  (Again, Leroy... I can't thank you enough.)

I remember being hospitalized when my kids were born.  (Both born on a Tuesday and released on a Saturday due to c-sections.)  During my stays in the hospital I can remember watching the news and thinking it was odd that life continued in my absence.  “Don’t they know I just had a baby?!”  Absurd, I know… but that really happened.  It reminds me of the toddler stage of development when we think the sun follows us wherever we go.  I guess we don’t completely grow out of it.  At least I didn’t.

So once again I acknowledge the life lessons around me.  Be patient (pun intended) with the sick (regardless of the ailment.)  No matter the level, their struggle is real.  They may not hold the ability to take care of the minor details in life.  That’s where we come in, to pick up the slack.  Service in it’s simplest form.