The Invalid

To be sick is something I find very depressing. I don't like it one bit because it forces me to slow down, if not stop entirely. I want to keep hurtling through the week (as often seems demanded of me), and stopping or slowing down or not being able to do it all... it makes me anxious.

But eventually my body just shouts at me, and gives up in protest of what I put it through. The past day or so I've just been so tired... that is the really the only time I get sick, when I wear down my defenses. Now, this cold is mild, but it has forced me to slow down and actually catch up on some sleep. It has forced me to take the to-do list one thing at a time. It takes all my energy just to do that, one foot in front of the other. Usually, I have energy to spare worrying about the future and how I am going to fufill it's obligations. Not this week.

I wonder if that in itself isn't such a bad thing.

Postscript: I had a marvelous Easter, though. It was a day that showed me how much I have been given and that knowledge continues to fill me with wonder and joy.