Today I was horribly, violently and painfully ill, and in my pain and sickness, I found a blessing.
I am a traditional type of wife and mother, I do all the cooking and attend to most of the grunt work of caring for my children; you know, diapers, waking up many times during the night for them, kissing every booboo and smoothing over every child made catastrophe. I do these things out of love, but it often leads to dire consequences for my body – still I do it and love it and never seek a break. This past week or so has been rough; for some reason, my three year old son has been waking me about every fifteen minutes from around 2 AM to about 4:30 AM, when I finally give up even trying to get back to sleep anymore and then I am up all day caring for the kids and doing chores and then I stay up late into the night working on all my writing obligations before I can finally rest and do it all again two hours later. It caught up with me this morning in a big way.
When my boy woke me at 1:30 AM, I had a headache, and it got worse each time I got up to the point where after getting up about five times in 2 hours, I could no longer even try to go to sleep, I just held my head in the darkness and hoped for the pain to ease. It did not. At 5:30AM I was up with the boy and needed to walk the dog. When I was out there I nearly went blind from the pressure in my head and my eyes. I staggered back inside and needed to quickly shed the layers of clothes I had on (it was cold out) due to the fact that I was immediately hot, sweaty and very dizzy. The pain in my head was more intense than anything I’ve ever felt and being a lifelong sufferer of debilitating migraines, that says a lot. Then it got worse and I knew I was about to be sick. I stumbled to the bathroom and collapsed on the floor and used all the strength I had in me to raise myself up to be able to get sick without making a mess. It was bad – really bad!
My husband must have heard it because he got up out of bed & asked if I was OK, I was only able to weakly choke out the word “no” between the hideous convulsions of my innards. Eventually, I was able to crawl back to my bed; by this time, my husband had changed our son’s diaper and came to see me, all I could do was moan about how my head hurt. He ran and got me an icepack.
I was in so much pain and so very sick that I honestly, seriously, considered calling an ambulance thinking perhaps I had encephalitis or something.
Sometime after that, I passed out, but before doing so I remembered the Message I’d been given about blessings being found in all things so instead of asking God to make me feel better, I said I would look for the blessing even in this. I was in and out of consciousness for most of the day, not even able to get out of bed to check on the kids or even ask about them. now normally on Sundays I cook a big breakfast for the family, it is an unbroken tradition, obviously that would not happen today, but even in my weakened state I could not mistake the smell of bacon filling my house. My husband on his own kept the tradition unbroken and made Sunday breakfast for the family!
All day, he took care of the kids and kept them from harassing me while I rested. His actions of today have made me so proud to be his wife and deepened my love for him more than I can describe. THAT is the blessing which came from my terrible illness. I was laid low, and then my spirit was able to soar in gratitude to the love of my life.
I am feeling much better now, although still pretty weak, but I wanted to write this while it was still fresh in my mind. Even bad things that happen to us have something good attached, you just have to look for it.
Don’t curse the darkness, instead, look for the light which is hidden there.
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