First, it was the tooth extraction. Then, I caught a virus from God knows where which made me weak and feverish and suffer from almost non-stop diarrhea for three days (and still counting). Now is actually the first day that I’m able to sit up and think straight.I spent the last three days in bed either sleeping or wondering whether it was time to bring myself to the hospital, and figuring out how I can possibly do that given my condition. Thank God for doctor friends and for diagnostic labs, I was able to go on medication without actually leaving the house.
When things like this happen, you’re suddenly reminded that you are not in control of anything. Anything at all. I had great plans for this week (which included meeting up with a certain someone who happens to be my favorite person in the world) but now, my doctor tells me this virus could last up to seven days and I’m under strict orders to observe a particular diet and to avoid stress. Oh well. At least I get to catch up with my readings and think about my discernment and call Mama as often as I want to. And I’m finally on the last few episodes of The West Wing. So I’m not complaining. Somebody just please stop me from buying all those books from Kindle before I finally drive myself to bankruptcy.