Took some time off here at the end of the month to spend with my daughter before she moves. Instead of a short vacation, I got sick. Nothing serious, just a bad upper respiratory infection. Still, after 6 days of sneezing, coughing, nose blowing and super headaches, I forgot what working feels like.
It’s odd when this happens — a subtle loss of a part of self.
You become a sick person, almost purposeless except for needing to get up, go to the bathroom, shower, eat, sleep, watch vapid movies or news of a hurricane, read, write notes, and somehow get to the grocery store or pharmacy for essentials. But, working a 10 hr. day disappears — albeit briefly. That role is subjugated to the role of the temporary invalid.
Going back is like waking up to sunshine after a stent of cloudy days. What a joy to be in the company of fellow workers! What a relief to be back in place!
Father God, thanks for my health. Thanks for my career! Your blessings are many, and are always the best. In Jesus’ Name, amen.