Be sick in bed for a day, and see what it gets you!
I am soooo far behind, like, everything. Because of what I couldn’t do yesterday, I’ll be driving all around the county today; and what I couldn’t write yesterday either has to be left undone or written up today… along with everything I was supposed to write today.
But y’know what’s hardest? Every day now the nooze is full of really crazy s*** and I don’t know if I even ought to try keeping up with it. Do I cover it or ignore it?
Something to think about while I’m on the road. Speaking of which–I gotta go!
I’m pretty sure this is not how you recover from an illness, but I’m stuck with it.
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I’m sorry I’m so little help. I don’t even know if I have been banned. I am suffering major brain fog. If you can imagine looking through a pair of glasses that has been covered with butter, you can sort of imagine how my brain feels. This is the worst thing I have ever encountered, and the meds
haven’t a clue. Please Lord, help.
You can only do what you can do.
Yes, unknowable, and am I ever finding that out, in spades. At age 86, it seems I can do very little. I put it all in God’s hands.
Yes, unknowable, and am I ever finding that out, in spades. At age 86, it seems I can do very little. I put it all in God’s hands.
Well, your contribution to this blog is very healthy. But we do have to pray for each other.
Erlene, your comments mean a lot to us – thanks for your faithfulness to our Lord.
Yes, let’s all pray for each other. I keep all the regulars here in prayer every day. And now, as I seem to be coming down with … something … I trust that I’m in everyone’s prayers as well.
The “something,” by the way, involves a nose running like a faucet, a difficult swallow in the throat, and a feeling that I’m walking through rubber cement. Cold? Incipient flu? I don’t have the strength to figure it out. This morning’s hymn, “O God, Our Help in Ages Past” turned out to be a much-needed bracer.
It sounds like what I had. I know from experience that these attacks mean 48 hours of hell, and then they go away.
You’re in my daily prayers, Phoebe.
People who keep up a high energy level and output such as yourself, Lee, can really feel guilty when they get behind. Martin Luther suffered from this when he couldn’t keep up with his Augustinian devotions, but he learned to let it go and pace himself according to the leading of the Holy Spirit.