I lost my voice last week and have spent a good part of the week trying to rest off a virus that went from my sinuses to my chest. It’s been intensely boring. There really is only so much tv one person can watch in a day without trying to climb the walls! Get this: I got so bored I even did some washing up! It wore me out and I went back to bed to sleep but at least it wasn’t tv.
I’m still coughing now but the tv is off. It’s time to try returning to life again, and multitasking in my normal way has to at least be attempted. My small black furry companion may not appreciate that her outsize hot water bottle is on the move again but that’s too bad, life is starting again here. I’d love to go for a walk down the canal, but I’m not sure I’m up to that yet. Shame really as its a nice bright day out there for a change.
I’m still debating an invitation out this weekend. I think it will get declined in the end as the coughing fits come with no warning and leave me exhausted. Also, there will be lots of children and babies around. I don’t want my gift to their mothers to be this virus!
I’m becoming aware in my campaign of life over existence that its a balance of listening to everything and deciding what’s important. It’s important to get well at this moment, but a few days hence there will be something worth getting very tired for. I don’t yet know what it will be but it will come.
It’s true though, life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. As I said in the title, it’s about learning to dance in the rain.
Now where did I..? Argh! I need to buy wellies to go with the rain-dance brolly!