I feel much better today. Thanks to everyone who left comments on yesterday's post, as well as to those who e-mailed privately and called.
I was on line just briefly yesterday to Google "food poisoning" and find out how to treat it. The post was almost an afterthought.
As I was doing my best to stay hydrated and not wallow too much, I got to thinking about how lucky I am. I was alone at home (room-mate’s still away)… and yet… not alone. My e-mail box was full and I got more phone calls than on a normal weekend, asking how I was and offering help. (I daresay that I found out that I have a fair number of “ blog lurkers” who rarely, if ever, leave comments.)
You know I feel crappy when I can’t get out the door to do my workout… though I did manage to leave the house later in the afternoon just briefly yesterday to do take care of a couple things…. and I was glad to get back home! (Probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but it’s not like I’m good at relaxing… even when I am sick!)
The best part of this literally nauseating weekend, was the dizzying reminder that I have a lot to be thankful for… so many people around who care… and show it.
Then I got to thinking about the irony of it all… guts wretching… feeling lousy… and yet, utterly grateful, knowing that if I needed more than time, patience and to stay hydrated (and to be near a bathroom, of course) that there would be help would be there. Correction: generous and caring people willing to offer and give their help would be there.
Learning to ask for (or accept) that help is an entirely different matter, of course. But then again, it also occurred to me that if you’re in rough enough shape, pride is more likely to be set aside.
Anyway… some of my mental ramblings of the past 36 hours. Thanks again… I am lucky to have you... (You know who you are!)