Please excuse the rant and my attempt at poetry but I had to get this out! I promise my next post will be a delight to the eye full of flowers! But sometimes you’ve got to take the good with the bad. I think that 16 hours of the worst stomach flu is up there with the bad. But then again, it sure makes you appreciate and thank God for your health. -thirdeyemom
My body feels like it has been run over by a train.
Ever single inch of my body aches and throbs.
It hurts to talk. So I don’t.
It hurts to cough. So I won’t.
The only thing that feels good right now are the tiny, pebble-sized pieces of crushed ice that I slowly, carefully put into my mouth to feed my desert of a body.
16 hours is a very long time.
For 16 hours I laid on the cold, hard bathroom floor.
For 16 hours I begged and pleaded for no more.
For 16 hours, I laid alone in the dark in suffering and pain.
For 16 hours, I realized how fragile life is….how quickly your health can change.
Ah….those 16 hours were brutal but now I can begin again.