Recovering

I go to work today. Yesterday I only had reference desk duty in the morning when it is normally quiet so I didn't feel too bad about missing. Today I have a class to teach as well as desk duty and a meeting. I must go in. I pray quietly that the violent diarrhea resulting from yesterday's episode with the mushrooms will not hit during teaching. I lean on God to get me through.

I feel like a wet dishrag that has been through the mill. I can barely speak because any pressure on my diaphragm upsets my stomach. I have not eaten anything in awhile. Really I should still be home recovering, but I cannot miss more work. After all, I am the sole support of this family. Oh, wait. I take that back. God is the source of my supply and he has taken excellent care of me. He will continue to care for me regardless.

Today is no exception. The class calls and cancels, the meeting gets cancelled. I can sit quietly in my office and do quiet things while sipping cold water. It is restful. I can run to the bathroom when necessary without anyone paying any attention. By the time my desk hour arrives I am feeling a bit better. I do have to make a quick pit stop in mid shift, but no one was at the desk waiting when I returned. Thank God for a quiet day. I did get lots of little details taken care of, but I am extremely glad to go home and put my feet up.

Toast, anyone?