Lows and Highs

Ugh!  I am now going on day 11 of being sick.  And I mean sick.  Congestion, achy bones, cough, irritability to the core.  I am on my 3rd box of Kleenex tissues and nth roll of T.P. trying to get some air in through my sinuses.  I am sick of being sick.

Kennedy pointed out today that I haven't updated my gratitude list in quite some time.  That's because I have had a crappy attitude lately while my body is retaliating against whatever flu bug is attacking me.  I've been glum.  I've been cabin fevered.  I've been anything but angelic to those within close proximity.  I guess I haven't been grateful as of late and have been having a major pity party.  What a big baby am I.

So, I thought I would try and muster up some positive reflecting so that the past week and a half has some worth.  Something of more value than simply giving me a raw tender nose and a mentally cloudy forecast.

Low:  I have the flu, Jeff has had ear infections in both ears, Britt has had a cough for 2 weeks, Shaw has had his second round of croup and an ear infection, Taiden has complained of a sore throat.

High:  Kennedy is not sick.  The rest of us will recover and live.  

Low:  Britt's persistent cough and red, red eyes.

High:  Britt told Jeff, "Dad, I think I need one of those prayers".  We knew to interpret this as a Priesthood blessing.  I am grateful I have a son who will ask and a husband who is worthy.

Low:  I have not been able to do any training for the race I will run in June.

High:  I went ahead and bought a pair of running shoes.  I've been visualizing successfully completing my legs of the relay race.  Without puking or passing out.

Low:   I have spent the majority of my time on the couch with juice at my side, Kleenex littering my surroundings and getting very sick of daytime TV.

High:  I have had to force myself outside for a daily walk to hold my place as a contender in the Gregson family Working Our Masses Off competition.  The sunshine has done me good and fresh air always provides a perk me up. 

Low:  Trying to cook.

High:  My mom-in-law brought us dinner Friday night.  My parents brought us homemade bran muffins and a ton of fresh fruit.  My dad can sure make a pretty fruit display.  

Low:  I can't taste a thing!  Not anything!  When my sinuses get congested like this it must put pressure on my olfactory bulb (for smell) and I can't taste a cotton pickin' thing.  The kids love to try and find something I can taste.  Peanut butter?  Nope.  Medicine?  Nada. Horseradish straight from the jar?  Negatory.  

High:  I've lost another 2 lbs.  5.5 lbs. lost since Feb. 1.  It's no fun to consume calories when everything tastes like, um, nothing.

Low:  I've been telling Jeff I need to go somewhere.  Anywhere.  Then I did a post on Tuesday about my testimony of Disneyland.  The self pity party came into full swing by then.  Although I was the only one to attend and had to act as host, guest, and designated driver.

High:  Out of the blue, my soul sister, equally fanatical Disney freak, and spunky friend called me on Friday to invite me on a Girls' Weekend Getaway in April.  To Disneyland, people!  No kids.  Ladies only.  No husbands.  Solely females.  She and her sisters and mom are adopting me for the weekend and including me in their fun.  Needless to say, I can't wait!