I have excellent health. I have no migraines like my sister. I have no back problems like my brother. No psoriasis like my dad. No allergies like my husband.
Additionally, I am rarely sick. For instance, my little sister stayed with us over Christmas. Christmas Eve I finished her drink; Christmas Day she was throwing up; I never felt ill at all. I'm super lucky.
This week, however, I received a double whammy. Wednesday I had the crippling 24-hour flu. Monday I woke up with what I'd consider the milder, non-life-threatening version of cholera. I won't detail.
I lay on the couch while my poor son watched another show. And what was I wishing I could do? I wanted to scrub the floor. "Oh if only I had the energy and ability, I'd do the laundry and dishes straightaway too!"
Now I'm recovered. Energy back, appetite back, no pain! I just finished and thrilled in making banana bread and putting dishes away. How wonderful is good health!
