Forced rest is never fun. There were hundreds of things I could be doing around the house. I had no strength to do any of them. Tom is away teaching a class and so I had to take care of myself. I miss his tender loving care. I have to admit that I am spoiled by him. I’m not apologizing . . . I’m just saying.
As I lay here with my laptop on the bed, I decided to share some thoughts. Rest is good. Sometimes our bodies need it. When we are sick and don’t take care of ourselves our bodies rebel. Rest is sometimes necessary so that healing can take place.
Sometimes we wait too long before getting help. I decided not to do that this time. It seem like it was caught early. Isn’t that the best way . . . catch the problem early? Why do I do that? Why wait until things are so bad before I seek help. I don’t know. Sometimes I think it’s because I don’t want to bother others with my problems. Other times its pride. I’m working on the pride issue. It’s hard for me to ask for help, but I’m improving.
Forced rest is not necessarily a bad thing. I’m feeling better already.
© Nadine Z. 2008
Artwork by Scott Burdick