So this week has been an adventure in what doesn’t not kill you eats your time up and you get to decide whether you want to be strong or not. Strength comes in many forms and sometimes being strong is all about deciding not to be strong.
Monday during third period I began to feel awful. My stomach started cramping and much to my embarrassment the only way to get any relief was to unzip my pants. Thank goodness I had a long shirt to cover it. It didn’t take long to figure out what was going on. I had ingested something with gluten from an unknown source which happens from time to time despite my best efforts. I made it through the day with the pain and discomfort, but going to work at night would have been torture. So I decided not to be tough and called out.
It was probably the best decision I made the entire day. It allowed me to get rest and do a little research on how to help heal my stomach. Broth, rice, bananas and toast (gluten free) have been my staples and allowed me to get back to work the next day. I am still not a hundred percent and spent much of yesterday resting, but things are better.
I was able to get a much need question about Blood Child’s publication answered and will finally be sending the manuscript off to be formatted this week. It is so easy to get distracted by little things allowing them to become larger than life. Strangely, while feeling ill I was able to shut out some distractions and really focus on what needed to be done.
Now, it is Sunday night. I am sitting in the dark typing while friends of mine are sacked out on the sofa and love seat.
Life is full of strange twists and turns. Sometimes things get away from you and everything still turns out for the best. You aren’t sure how, but they do. Right now, my house is clean and I feel good about this week even knowing that I am going into it behind. Honestly, I could ask for more out of life, but currently I know that what I have I earned and that feels wonderful.