A Bad Day

I was fine when I got up in the morning. Church went well and the choir sang alright. We started a bit too slowly, but by mid song had gained the speed to make it work. In rehearsals, mid song had been too fast a tempo and sounded chipmunky. Better this way. The congregation joined in, the choir uplifted them with a countermelody, and the intended energy was there. We are still getting used to each other.

I stayed after church to select the Christmas cantata from their files. I will need to begin rehearsing in October, which is fast approaching. I need to have a look see myself. Drew calls to tell me he is eating at a friend's house and will be home later.

I sit down, and suddenly it is as if I have been run over by an eighteen wheeler. Where did that come from? I can barely move my arms and legs. I haven't had a bout of tiredness in weeks. Yesterday, I had had some stomach trouble, but it seemed to have passed (pun intended).

Now the stomach trouble is back in spades. My side hurts. My head aches. I sleep in the chair for an hour or so. I drink a lot of water. I am used to not feeling well, but haven't had this bad a time in awhile. Maybe I am detoxifying. Drew comes back. We do laundry. He has to do some homework and needs to go to a library. We go, but I feel like wet spaghetti. By morning, I have to be well. It is my turn to drive carpool. And tomorrow is my evening shift day. Maybe I can get some rest in the morning after I drop kids off at school.

It reminds me to be more thankful for all the good days I have been having. How quickly I forget the blessing of feeling well. Lord, I put my hand in Yours, and await the dawn.