Holy Sickness

I have not been this sick in a long time. Not that I'm on my deathbed or anything, but I'm a generally healthy person and this virus or whatever is one nasty little monster. I've been "under the weather" for over a week, the worst hitting last Thursday and barely letting up today. Fever, congestion, sore throat, hacking cough, headaches, vertigo, and more. And not just for me, but for my whole family. It's been quite the party, trying to take care of two sick babies and a sick husband as well. It's almost hilarious, how miserable we've all been.

But times like these always leave me feeling extremely grateful for the health I do enjoy regularly. Not to say I'm glad to be sick, but I am reminded just how great it is to be well. It's something so easily taken for granted when you have it all the time, and I really need to treasure my health more often.

Because right now? Man, I'd be happy if I could muster enough energy to write more than a paragraph. Or if I could go for a walk without hacking up half a lung. Of if standing to do dishes didn't mean going for my own personal carousel ride.

It's funny how we humans tend to forget how good we have it until something bad happens. I try not to be like that, but it's inevitable in ways. It's so easy to forget the wonderful things when we're always being told there is stuff that will make our lives even better. So it's times like these when I sit back and remember how good I have it. Of course things aren't perfect, but they are good and I'll take it.