This morning, one key thought kept running through my head, "Wow, I am so thankful to not be sick." I had the stomach flu the day before yesterday (and my first blog post was actually done from the couch while I was trying to recover from that). It didn't last that long - only about 36 hours. In previous times, the 36 hours of the stomach flu may have seemed longer than it does now. After all, I now know all about being sick.
I think it was 5 weeks, 2 days into my pregnancy that I threw up for the first time. After about 2-3 weeks of throwing up an average of 2-3 times per day and feeling nauseated most of the time I was awake, I told my mom I didn't know if I could take much more of this being sick thing. She told me, "You'll be surprised at the things you can do that you didn't think you could do." Well, I was surprised. I made it through a good solid 10 weeks - that's 2 1/2 months - of that dreadful stuff they call morning sickness (even though it lasts ALL DAY LONG). And now, I've been feeling really good for about the last 4 weeks - with the exception of my little stomach flu episode (and a bad cold that I had the week before that).
But, seriously, how often do you think about how great it is to not be sick?
I went to throw something away in the bathroom trashcan the other day, which sits to the side of the toilet. As I leaned across the toilet to toss in my piece of trash, I recalled all of the lovely times in the past few months I spent leaning over the toilet vomiting. And here I was on that day, feeling perfectly fine. I was reminded to be thankful for that.
And now, even though I felt like I was sick for a near-unending amount of time, I really don't even know what it is to be sick. I mean, some people are sick or suffer from chronic pain for years on end. Some people don't know what it is like to have a day when they actually physically feel good.
So, hey, I guess I have it pretty good. I'm a rather healthy person who gets an occasional flu bug or a cold, who has a little once-in-a-while asthma, and who experiences totally normal sickness during pregnancy. I'd say that is pretty do-able.
Now, if I can only remember not to forget how lucky I am.
I think it was 5 weeks, 2 days into my pregnancy that I threw up for the first time. After about 2-3 weeks of throwing up an average of 2-3 times per day and feeling nauseated most of the time I was awake, I told my mom I didn't know if I could take much more of this being sick thing. She told me, "You'll be surprised at the things you can do that you didn't think you could do." Well, I was surprised. I made it through a good solid 10 weeks - that's 2 1/2 months - of that dreadful stuff they call morning sickness (even though it lasts ALL DAY LONG). And now, I've been feeling really good for about the last 4 weeks - with the exception of my little stomach flu episode (and a bad cold that I had the week before that).
But, seriously, how often do you think about how great it is to not be sick?
I went to throw something away in the bathroom trashcan the other day, which sits to the side of the toilet. As I leaned across the toilet to toss in my piece of trash, I recalled all of the lovely times in the past few months I spent leaning over the toilet vomiting. And here I was on that day, feeling perfectly fine. I was reminded to be thankful for that.
And now, even though I felt like I was sick for a near-unending amount of time, I really don't even know what it is to be sick. I mean, some people are sick or suffer from chronic pain for years on end. Some people don't know what it is like to have a day when they actually physically feel good.
So, hey, I guess I have it pretty good. I'm a rather healthy person who gets an occasional flu bug or a cold, who has a little once-in-a-while asthma, and who experiences totally normal sickness during pregnancy. I'd say that is pretty do-able.
Now, if I can only remember not to forget how lucky I am.
posted by Karen at 6:25 PM
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