Sickbed Ruminations

I will spare you the details, but a recent episode with a  hellacious virus of some sort left me limp as a wet dollar bill on Monday.  It’s not often a mother is avoided so entirely by her family, so I had plenty of time to think, which, when you feel like death, is all you can really do.

Here’s what I thought about:

1.  I love my babies.  They are louder than a bugle in the ear at times, but a day without seeing their sunny faces at least a million times is a day without sunshine .

2.  I love my man.  The only one brave enough to enter my room.  Who went to the store for saltines and Sprite.  Who was sad to see me half dead.  Who offered to kiss me even if it meant risking getting sick.  Gem with a capital G.

3.  I love boring old regular everyday monotonous dull repetitive drudgerous life.  A lot.

4.  The verse, “Weeping may endure for the night, but joy cometh in the morning” is, in fact, quite true.

5.  I will never outgrow my need for my mother.  Who else will sympathize and listen to every gory detail of my misery?

6.  It’s good to occasionally ‘check out.’  Refreshing.  Especially when it’s a voluntary and sickness-free hiatus.  Which mine wasn’t.

7.  I love the movie ‘Out of Africa.’

8.  There may be some worth in fasting.  I feel clearer in the head than I have in a long time.  Colors seem more colorful.  The sun, sunnier.

9.  Love is hard.  As in:  I-really-want-to-bury-my nose-in-Cooper’s-sweet-hair-but-don’t-want-to-make-him-sick-so-will-resist.

10.  I’m a big baby.  The people who say, “Oh, it’s only a 24 hour thing” may be right, but when you are so miserable that you can actually hear each tick before the subsequent tock, that 24 hours takes at least three lifetimes to get through.