Today has not been my day. Yesterday I had that vague "slightly runny nose, scratchy throat" feeling that indicates a cold might be in the mail. This morning I awoke to find said package on my doorstep. Cue the clueless calls to Dana Farber (Is it okay to have a cold?! What should I do?!), the "nasal wash" appointment (it sounds as great as it feels, darlings) a couple of hours later to rule out adenoviruses that cause pneumonia or bronchitis, and the day-long grossitude of sitting around with a cold and no possibility of taking anything for it. I was hungry but couldn't eat, and I was feeling decidedly under the weather.
Then I decided to cowboy up and see if changing my attitude would change how I was feeling, since there is no excuse for being a snot even when your nose is indeed snotty. So I told myself that if I didn't feel like eating food, I should at least eat the rest of the raspberry white chocolate frozen yogurt in the freezer. You know, to keep my strength up. Then I thought about Bambina off on her day trip to Cape Cod and how great it was that she was having fun and not watching me mope. Then I resisted my usual belief that sleeping during the day is laziness when you are over the age of 5, and took a half hour nap. Then I thought how lucky I am to be able to kvetch over having a cold rather than cancer, or having the support that gets Bambina a fun day no matter how I'm feeling. Lots of people would gladly trade places with me, even in my current state. For which I am, believe it or not, deeply grateful.
“I feel a very unusual sensation - if it's not indigestion, I think it must be gratitude”
-- Benjamin Disraeli
We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.
In this world of sin and sorrow there is always something to be thankful for; as for me, I rejoice that I am not a Republican.