Today, I’m sick.

Not normal-every-day-having-MS-sick, but sick sick.  Congestion and low-grade fever and dizziness and …. You know what I mean.  And I haven’t been sick like this for … years, honestly.  I took a Covid test (because those are the times in which we live) but it’s not Covid.  Just your run of the mill sick – yay?

I thought a lot – as I struggled to do simple tasks – how much we all take our health for granted.  Even me, with MS.  And husby, with MEN1.  Doing simple things – laundry and dishes and feeding myself — all so painfully exhausting, requiring so much focus.  When I finally collapsed on the couch (after showering – which exhausts me on a normal day) it didn’t take long for me to nod off.  But sleep is fickle when my body feels this way – I have to pee or my airways are stuffed or my throat is sore or … or ….or …..  The list is on-going.  I think I was up every hour last night – even husby commented that it wasn’t a good night and left me in bed when he took Lucy to the vet.

It’s one of those days.  At the beginning of one of those weeks.  Time will keep marching, it always does, and life will continue.  And the ebbs and flows will come and go.  I just need to surrender to the ride.  And since I’m so tired and feel like such poo, that’s just what I’m planning to do.

Xox, g