Doctoring (Thanksday #82)

I’m sick.

I’m sick and I’m tired and I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. It’s day eight of ill and I’m no better off than day one. So I finally sucked it up and went to the doctor. (Because Greg stood there staring at me until I dialed the number and made an appointment.) And sadly, that’s what it took to get me to go. And guess what? Sinus infection. So antibiotics are slowly entering my bloodstream and I’m praying (praying) I have some more energy and life in the next 24 hours.

Please, God. Please. I need some more energy.

And please remove this vice that has taken a hold of my head and is squeezing out every bit of joy.

(Yes, I know…oh the drama.)

Why is it so easy to take care of everyone else but not yourself? I make time to run and I make time to read and paint my nails and yet scheduling a doctor’s appointment is the last thing I ever want to do. Scheduling a chiropractic visit has been on my to-do list for half a year. The gift card for a massage has been sitting there for weeks and weeks and weeks and I’ve yet to call and book it. And I LOVE massages.

I remember forcing Jaana to take a nap one time when she was two. She’d had a 103-degree fever off and on for hours and I knew she needed a nap. And I had to literally hold her down in bed until she fell asleep. And as she finally did, Psalm 23 scrolled across my mind like a marquee

He makes me lie down in green pastures…

He makes me lie down…

He makes me.

And as I think about this I wonder if He’s making me lie down right now, too. If He’s making me slow down and stop and limit the striving and the achieving and to simply lie down.

Because I don’t have a choice right now. I have to lie down. I’m so very, very tired and I just. have. to. lie. down.

I’m trying to give myself permission to not do and it’s so very, very hard. We moms, we women…we do so much, and to not do goes against the nature of a woman. But sometimes, He makes us lie down in green pastures. Or in sheets with 600-thread count. Or on couches with fuzzy blankets and movies like Love, Actually with chamomile-citrus tea.

Yes, sometimes He does.

So I’m thanking Him today for a husband who supports me getting well and picks up the slack and gives me space to lie down and forces me to go to the doctor. And I’m thanking Him today for removing the urgency from the million little to-do’s that are scattered all over the floor like confetti. And I’m thanking Him, in advance, for helping me get better.

What are you thankful for today?

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3 thoughts on “Doctoring (Thanksday #82)

  1. This is so me right now. I am normally very healthy, but this school year, I am currently on cold #2 in 2 months. The joys of being a new mommy. New germs and less energy. I too go go go go go and have a hard time lieing down. I feel a nap (or two) is in my future this weekend.

  2. Separated at birth, I tell ya… I’m SO very glad that your hubs “forced” you to make a doctor appt. Sinus Infection = definition of “unfun”. I pray you are bouncing back and picking up *some* of those confetti pieces really soon!

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