Friday, November 03, 2006
Good Friday Everybody,
Mac & I are under cootie house arrest today so it's all quiet on the Smith front. He has stopped puking, which is a good thing. Now he's just kind of worn out and draped over the couch. I'm a little better. Took my first round of antibiotics and not so "hit-by-a-truck" feeling.
I am a little aggravated that I'm off work for two days. I HATE calling off work. But the dr. took that in hand by telling me I'm contagious and can't work until Monday so I suppose that's that. Something about being a nurse, exposing patients, blah blah blah.
I woke up this morning and let the dog out and there was a little bit of snow stuck to the grass and that definately lifted my mood. There is something supremely luxurious about being at home when it's cold and snowy outside. It's not exactly a blizzard or anything but my Laura Ingalls heart insists that when frigid weather looms, a person should be inside warm and snug. Which Mac and I are, so I think I'll just enjoy this sick day of mine.
I do love being at home, and here I am so why not make the best of it? I have visions of eggy sandwiches and a hot tea kettle and maybe I'll pull out my "Long, Long Trailer" DVD and really hunker down for a good old fashioned sick day, the way God intended.
I'm so thankful that when I post that I've got cooties, I have seventeen comments of love from people I know and those I'll hug real hard in heaven when I finally meet them. I'm thankful that when I get sick I have a job that will pay me to stay home. I have access to a doctor and medication. I have health insurance. I have a place to take my sick child for care and he is strong and healthy enough to recover quickly. I have a warm home and a soft couch and a kitchen full of comfort food. I have so much more than so many. Maybe a sick day is a good time to realize just how much I have. I'm going to spend this one thankful and blessed.
Wherever you are today; God be with you. May you have a warm and luxurious day surrounded by great and small blessings.
Love to you all!
O LORD, what is man that you care for him, the son of man that you think of him?