…you don’t have anything, as the saying goes.
Yep, I woke up yesterday feeling strange, and I ended up staying in bed for about 24 hours straight. Symptoms: body aches, chills, slight nausea, and fatigue. Luckily, it rained so I had David home to watch the kids. He does well with them, and I can see they had a fabulous time, judging by the state of the house this morning. It is, to put it generously, in shambles. So, while I feel much better today, I have my work cut out for me. I think Eliza’s diaper was changed perhaps once in the last 24 hour time period, and I see she’s in the same clothes as yesterday. One thing at a time.
But, I am reminded anew, that the one “good” thing about being sick is that it automatically makes you really appreciate feeling well. Yes, the house looks like the aftermath of some category 5 weather event, but I can get out of bed without grabbing my head in pain: It’s going to be a good day!
Yes, health is one of those important “foundational” things. Kind of like life itself. Foundational. Foundational as in, if you’re not alive, all other things are moot. Foundational as in, if you don’t believe that life itself is enough on its own to be protected, all other judgements about all other issues are worthless (and probably errant.) Get my drift? Great article for reading: http://patersondiocese.org/page.cfm?Web_ID=2752 A Politician’s Promise: No right to life, No freedom!