OK, so I have been sick this whole week. The weekend youth retreat we went on kicked my butt! (and it also kicked butt, it was amazing!) I wasn’t able to get out of bed Tuesday at all, even for the guilt that my mom was exhausted at 5:30 after watching him all day! I couldn’t move, barely sleep, not eat. I had every symptom you could have other than sore throat. I like to go ALL OUT when I decide to feel bad. I started taking a antibiotic on Monday because my cough had got so bad that I went to the doctor, which that alone is saying something because I can’t remember the last time I went to the doctor for feeling bad. I have an upper respiratory infection among other things but lets still hang out because I’m not contagious anymore! Yay! I was also throwing up, had a sinus infection, bad migraine, fever, and yes, of course, diarrhea. But the good news is that I feel better today! I’m chewing on the pina colada flavored gummy bears that Ben saved for me knowing that its the only flavor I like. He spoils me. Summit caught whatever I have and now coughs (intentionally?) right after I have a body convulsing coughing fit. He seems to think it’s funny until I get all the attention then he starts coughing until everyone is looking at him. He has a little fever today so he’s not at KDO, which would have been pretty nice!
On a slightly less whiny note, when I was laying on my bed unable to move, (I’m getting there!) I found suddenly I was so THANKFUL. My mom was in the other room playing with my sweet boy and I was in a heated house, with plenty of covers in a comfortable bed. I had a cup of cold water on my bedside table and pain killers sitting next to it. I tried to imagine being in a cold prison in China (OR some other place where they persecute Christians, China just came to mind!) and wondered if I had what it took to go to prison for my beliefs. I honestly can say I didn’t think I could. Just trying to imagine laying on a cold, damp floor without a warm enough blanket, imagining the smells… the lack of food… I cuddled my quilt tighter and prayed for the people in prisons overseas. I can’t even imagine what they are going through and I have a good imagination. It makes you think. I have so much. Even in my sickness I am blessed.