It’s Plank Pullin’ time! The one day a week that we strongly resolve to ignore the multitude of specks and sawdust around us and pull one bona fide plank from our own eye. Matthew 7:3-5, style.
I’m not sick very often (weird, random ER visits aside), and when I feel myself getting sick, I can generally fight it off with a little extra Vitamin C and a few more hours of extra sleep. I don’t like to let things slow me down, and I sort of pride myself on plowing through. When the kids are sick – also not very often, but it happens – I immediately go into ultra nurturing Supermom mode. When husband is sick, I lovingly take his temperature and bring him Tylenol and tea and remote control.
But when it’s me? I have been fighting something off for an entire month now. First it was a sore throat, then the fatigue, then the cough. Oh the cough!!! It goes away for a few days, then comes back with a vengeance. Today came a migraine that left me nauseous and shaky. And it makes me…. mad almost. I don’t like being sick. It makes me grumpy. And frustrated. And scattered. And I’m well aware of the fact that if I perhaps gave myself the same patience and care that I give my kids when they are sick, that I’d get well a whole lot sooner (a realization that makes me even more grumpy and frustrated and scattered.)
I know I don’t need a doctor… my gut tells me it’s nothing more than a lingering virus. But yuck. Have I mentioned that I’m grumpy and frustrated and scattered? Tonight I’m going to bed early, and tomorrow I’m going to start taking care of myself as well as I’d take care of the kids.