Positive Spin on Sick Days

Today I have been very sick. I kept to my bed in the yoga pants and baseball tee I wore last night while thoughtfully-prepared meals were brought to me. My children were lovingly tended by Grandma and Dad in turns.

All day, I weighed every physical effort carefully to see if I actually had to do it, like getting a drink or changing positions. It's just one of THOSE days. It's been awhile since I have been this physically wiped out.

I stop the self-destructive "why?" game in its tracks because I don't know the answers. I could make guesses about the maxed IV antibiotic dose, or the bee venom, or the diseases and genetic mutations in my body, or my dropping weight, or the food I did or didn't eat, or sleep issues, or great unknowns, or any number of things. But I REALLY don't know. And I kind of don't care.

There's a certain comfort about laying low and just not knowing. There's a peace about accepting myself as I am now. I feel negative feelings when I speculate, blame, try to force change, or pretend I feel well, so I generally choose not to go there.

Sick days can be blessed days. They are slow days and out of control days. They may pass, and the rigors of healthy days may come again. So I enjoy the forced slowness.

I honor my body by being slow and restful and allowing it to be sick.

Sickness is when the microscopic components of our bodies fight to the death for our wellness. They sacrifice everything to make us live.

I am grateful for the cells that fight for me and make me rest while they fight. I'm grateful for medicine and treatments that help them out.

I am grateful for my wonderful body. I can't direct the artillery consciously, cell by cell; but I trust those ranks of living cells that grow, fight, and die for me. They have intelligence to the level they need and are BRILLIANT at their jobs.

I know God is their General, and His Priesthood (given by blessings to me) is their Marching Orders.

Being sick is just another way God shows His love for me. I'm grateful for sick-in-bed days to remind me of this and the wonders of the human body that He created for me. He cares. He has control from the microscopic level to the boundless cosmos, but He cares about my little body. How Great is our Heavenly Father!!!