A Dull Sunday Story
Thank you to those who noticed I didn’t send out a Sunday story last week. I slept the entire day and night, waking up only to eat and then going right back to sleep.
I wasn’t being a slug, I promise.
After a fabulous trip in July, I came home with COVID-19, which took me out for ten days. I started feeling better and thought I had turned a corner. Not. Then came sinusitis and bronchitis. That did me in, so I slept all day last Sunday.
Except for my foggy COVID brain, little energy, and a slight cough, I feel much better, so here I am with you today.
But I have no idea what to write about. Usually, I hear something, see something, or do something I think might be of interest. Not this week. All my energy went to fulfilling my commitments and giving myself the time and space needed to recover, but that’s not easy.
My mind tells me to suck it up and get moving. My ever-expanding to-do list calls out to me constantly. I believe I should be full of energy and inspiration by now, but I haven’t had a creative thought in weeks. I think, so many people have it far worse than this, so get over yourself.
So, here we are—me writing a dull Sunday story, and you reading it, maybe.
How do you take care of yourself when you’re sick? What do you do to surrender and accept what is? What’s one thing you do to feel better?
I could use your healing energy today.
Until next time, happy writing, everyone.
Please note: All grammatical and typographical errors have been put in this article for
your enjoyment in finding them.
So sorry to hear of your illness and love how you shared the experience of lack of inspiration. I appreciate how you still wrote about it. When I am ill, I take it as a message that I need to stop doing and just be present with what is. Namaste.
Patricia – it has been a long time since I have participated in your writing events – life has been busy – but tonight you showed up on my Facebook page and I think for a reason – sorry you had Covid – my husband John was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease (CIDP) in 2019 – 109 days in either hospital or rehab that year – back on the golf course by May 2020 – even shot an 83 a few days before his 86th birthday in November 2021. But a friend died of Covid and he had never had… Read more »
Best wishes for you to feel better soon.
Thanks, Linda. I’m getting there.
I don’t get sick anymore since I stopped eating sugar, flour and most starches. I take 1000 mg of vitamin C every day and 50 mg of zinc. Like Etzy says, I listen to my body. Do you have a program for self-care? Especially as someone who gives so much of yourself, self-care is very important. I am sure everyone here wants you to be healthy and be here and, so wants you to take good care of yourself.
Thanks, Orah. I don’t often get sick, thankfully. I haven’t eaten sugar or flour for more than thirty years now, and I’m on a low-carb diet. I agree, I think that helps. I have a meditation practice, a good sleep schedule, and eat good, healthy food. I just need to slow down and do only what my body agrees with. I always worry that I’m being lazy, and I don’t think I have a lazy bone in my body. My mind cannot be trusted at times. Thanks for sharing your experience with me.
Are those your feet in the picture? If they are you have more things to worry about than being sick…YOU NEED A PEDICURE. Get up off your ass and get to the salon.
Really, John? That’s all I get from you? No sympathy? Those are not my feet. It’s a stock image, and my toes are perfectly pedicured.
My wife and I are such opposites. When she is sick she powers through it, refusing to slow down even when she should, like the bloodied hero battling the forces of evil, serously wounded and exhausted, not oly refusing to surrender,but attacking. I curl up in a fetal position and sleep, wrapping myelf in a blanket as if it were a cocoon, and I a sick caterpillar waiting for the disease to pass so I can emerge as a a happy and healthy butterfly(moth?). My wife has little sympathy, complaining men are babies, getting “man colds” and feigning death where… Read more »
Oh, Dave. You are like my husband, and I sound a bit like your wife. I do try to sympathize with him when he’s sick, but sometimes, it’s tough. Your post made me laugh, which is also great for healing.