It's a big deal because I haven't been sick in six years. Until this.
I wasn't just a little sniffly. I was sick in a pretty powerful way. Like spending two days in bed. Body aches, fever, rash, the whole nine yards. I felt awful.
I guess the body has a way of making you slow down, even when you don't want to.
I joked that I'm not immortal anymore. But that's not true, now is it? We're all immortal. I forgot for a second there.
What I'm not, though, is infallible. I can get sick, even if I don't do it very often. Why did I get sick this time? I'm not sure. But instead of wondering why, I'm turning to gratitude. I'm grateful for: the healing mechanisms in my body that helped me recover, my friends who sent me healing energy, my naturopath who advised me well, and most of all, my husband, who took care of the kids so I could rest. I'm also grateful for the long time that I enjoyed powerful health, and for the upcoming six (or more) years of health ahead before the next time!
May we all be in good health, and if not, may we find that our recovery process gives us more reasons to be grateful for our support systems, inside and out!
