I hate being sick

Sometimes I feel like everything about being sick is abhorrent. I was diagnosed with walking pneumonia this weekend. Had two visits to the ER, one visit to urgent care, and about 100 texts/calls from my doctor sisters.

I could post about how this is the result of the fall, that being sick is not the way it should be and that's why we hate it, and my thoughts on the fact that God doesn't make us sick to keep us in line, as a punishment for something. I believe in all of that but I'm not going to write about it.

Instead, I'm going to complain.

1. I hate going to the dr's office and describing over and over your symptoms to each nurse and the doctor. Then you realize the person you just told your story to most likely only listened to (or understood) maybe half of it.
2. I hate taking medicine. Chewables? Gross, I may as well be eating stomach intestines.
3. I hate feeling like I want to (or need to) stay in one spot during the day.
4. I hate feeling weak like I need to be cared for.
5. I hate being behind on work or things I need to get done.
6. I hate the expenses that come from dr's visits and prescribed medicines.
7. I hate missing things, like your daughter speaking at church or your daughter playing volleyball. So I go anyway.

Okay, now the flip side.

1. I appreciate seeing everyone's concern...texts, calls, so many people care!
2. You're bringing me dinner? I didn't ask for it? Heck yeah!
3. Both of my daughters are super-nice to me, even more than normal.
4. Seeing my sisters get into medical mode as they help me just impresses upon me how professional and smart they really are.
5. I am not sick enough that I can't read. So I'm catching up on some reading.
6. I am watching season 4 of the Good Wife, which I didn't even realize was available!
7. Having time on Mondays to catch up with church business.
8. Mom and Dad came to visit and Mom made Indian food. Pretty cool.
9. Getting time to write on this blog during the daytime.
10. Maybe I need to realize that it's okay to not be so independent and be cared for.
11. License to take naps and not feel guilty. Enough said.

Phew. I had to get that off my chest. Which is still a little weak. Cough, cough.