Good Morning, God!
I took this photo on Wednesday when I felt fabulous — just tip top! But then the symptoms began — slowly sneaking into my consciousness. At first, I thought I was just tired from jet lag.
But, I did cancel Thursday’s activities and stayed home — taking it easy. Then, on Friday it was clear that I was SICK, not just tired. So, I called and canceled our attendance at a Special Birthday Event this weekend.
And, now, God, I am flat on my back in bed — except when a paroxysm of coughing expels me. I am lying here — full of feelings and thoughts — but they feel thick and congested — like my lungs. Please, God, help me sort through them.
I remember — going into work sick, as if I were too important to “stay home” and take care of myself. The other — darker — side of Duty. Keeping on until I got better or collapsed and needed antibiotics. Looking back, I see this as the Imperialistic Mindset at work.
My Mind as the Raj and my Body as unnamed servants or workers were toiling on and on. Hmm. Didn’t King George the VI have to wear iron leg braces to make his Body conform to “standards.” I suppose, God, that if we “oppress” our own bodies, then oppressing women, children, and anyone not one of “us” comes easily.
So, here I am, God, SICK but still, mostly grateful! Grateful that I am not sick with something awful. Grateful that my Body will get well. And maybe most of all, God, I am Grateful that my Body and I are “becoming friends!”