Wow, y’all. I’m late. Can you believe that? Yesterday was the first Friday of 2014 that I didn’t have my When Life Hands You Lymes post up. There goes my perfect record. Oh well, it was worth it. First off, I kinda forgot about it in the morning, plus I was hanging out with some of the most awesome people ever, then in the afternoon I didn’t get around to posting it. Then, in the evening I was going to post it and even had my alarm set. Then I was having an amazing time with one of the sweetest sisters in the world and I thought about it and realized Wait a second, the world isn’t going to end if I’m a day late. Therefore, I continued having a marvelous time and hence the late post. Believe me, it was worth it, people. 🙂
Anyway, here is the 22nd segment of my fictional story:
It must have been from my long nap, but that night I wasn’t able to get to sleep and I just laid there for a long time. Several times I thought about getting up and doing something, but I still had a headache and I figured the light would bother it.
It was probably around one in the morning when I remembered a friend that I had known years before. Her Mom had been sick with some life-long disease and yet she’d been so cheerful and fun to be around with. It seemed like every time I visited Andrea her Mom would be sitting on a recliner in their living room, ready to tell a story or answer a question. I almost laughed at myself when I realized how babyish I was being. Here this lady spent years of her life like that and I was complaining about not feeling well for a few days.
God, please help me be thankful for the amazing healthy life you’ve given to me. Thinking about Andrea’s mom really put things into perspective for me, and it no longer felt like such a trial to spend half the night not being able to sleep.
“You’re resting today. The whole day.” Mom announced to me when I came down for breakfast. “You’re pale and look horrible.”
“Thanks, Mom. Just what I was needing to hear.” I was actually in a pretty good mood though, so just laughed.
“I’m kinda concerned,” Mom added when she saw that I wasn’t taking her too seriously. “There’s been a really bad flu going around and I’m afraid you’ve caught it. I don’t want you to get worse and end up in the hospital.”
Mom isn’t the worrying kind at all, so I knew that I’d better listen to her. “Ok, I’ll rest.”
“That means no five mile run, no hour-long practice session, no going to the mall with friends.” Darrick wagged his finger at me, trying his best to imitate a teacher I’d had in grade school and would mimic at every possible time. She had this strange habit of over-complicating simple things and repeating each direction several times with different wording.
“Yes, Miss Jane.” I gave Darrick a fake scared look. In reality, I was feeling so much better that it seemed a pity to spend the day resting, but when I passed my full-length mirror on my way to my bedroom, I was shocked to see how pale I looked. No wonder Mom had told me to go back to bed.
Going over to my bookshelf I pulled a pile of books off by John Maxwell, Zig Ziglar and Max Lucado. If I was going to be in bed, I was at least going to get something done. I can only read a book for so long though, before I get antsy and lose interest, so I like reading several books at a time, so when one gets to be too much for me, I can move on to the next one.
Settling on my mountain of pillows, I turned some classical piano music on and then began reading.