Power Through Sickness

I guess it was inevitable. There was no way for me to take care of Carter being sick last week and not get sick myself. I got home from a party last night and thought my throat was sore from talking loudly over the crowd, but comm’on, I have the loudest voice on earth so I should have known I was coming down with something.

I slept fitfully, dreaming I over slept for an important meeting I had this morning. In my haze of half sleep I thought it was 11:30 in the morning which meant I was already an hour and a half late. Luckily it was just a bad dream. I got up in time to drink a cup of theraflu tea and it tied me over enough to make the meeting.

I warned everyone there of my illness and promised not to touch anything. I was reporting on budgeting issues and I would have begged off from going, but much action was required so I powered through my report that my group had been working on for weeks.

I think that the medicine gave me enough calming relief to deliver the message required while also tempering my bulldozing tendencies. This became obvious to me when a member of the group who had previously had trouble with me said, “Thank you for your presentation you were incredibly sweet and Christian.” I waited for a lighting bolt, but when it did not happen I shed one tear of thanks that I had delivered the information in a way that everyone could hear it and act on it.

Once the budget was approved I was dismissed and rushed home to crawl back in bed where the sickness has taken hold of me full on. I guess someone from above was giving me a reprieve for just long enough to do some good works, but before I got too proud, knocked me down and made me feel terrible.

Sadly I will miss seeing Margaret and Page, friends who moved away but are back visiting tonight. I hate being sick, but I hate causing others to be sick more. Quarantine for me. Thank goodness I have Russ to take care of me. Now I am praying he does not get it.