Sleepin In

This cold saps all my energy. Today I planned to go to the gym and exercise, but that's out. I am not making any progress throwing off this cold. It still feels like I am trying to breathe through an ocean. My throat is still sore, my head achy. I call the doctor. I am concerned that nothing takes a turn into pneumonia or something else my immune system cannot handle.

No. The on-call doctor looks at my numbers and assures me that I am fully capable of fighting this virus myself. It will run its course and then be gone. I am not so sure. I hack and gag and moan and go back to bed. Poor Sugar doesn't even get walked. I can't hardly make a sound, my vocal cords are so strained.

I drink lemon and honey, hot tea, lots of water. I suck Ricola cough drops and take the Benadryl that the doctor recommended (I can't take decongestants because of my high blood pressure). I swallow Vitamin C and cuddle with a hot water bottle and anything else I can think of that might alleviate my discomfort. I finally have Kiel call and let the church know I will not be at service tomorrow. Better to take a day off and let my body deal with this than to push and spend another week sick.

I don't step foot outside all day, making the boys walk Sugar and run errands and take care of laundry and shop. I can really tell my body is not up to its usual strength. Phooey. I read three short novels and half a book about the history of healing and Christianity. I watch several movies. I want to play piano, but I am too tired. I go to bed early.

Surely this will pass soon. I try to be patient. I hug my new Bible and prop myself up with three pillows and mumble prayers until I drift off to sleep. Tomorrow will be better.