Do I have to show up with my A game?
Or can I just show up?
How about if I show up in my pajamas?
My A game is definitely down today. Might be best not to show up at all, even in pajamas. Does anyone have the number for calling in sick to life?
Sore throat, earache, head ache, me ache. Sleep remains elusive and fickle. The doctor and I get to chat today. With any luck I’ll leave with a prescription or two or five that will a.) help me sleep; b.) take away some of this dumb pain; and c.) cure whatever this is that’s ailing me. Maybe he can even write one up for d.) an attitude adjustment that minimizes whininess and self-pity.
It’s probably a virus. That’s why I’ve waited this long to visit with the doc. When I go to the doctor only a few days into an illness, I’m told it’s a virus, or it’s what’s going around, and I should drink lots of fluids, get rest and (ha) take it easy.
Somehow my body isn’t getting the message that this is “just” anything and that it should heal itself.
I feel so whiny and wimpy when I think of how my best buddy has suffered through five flipping years of pain, chemo and crap. And she’s done it with less whining in five years than I’ve produced in the past week. You’d think I’d have learned something from her amazing example of perseverance and perkihood and optimism.
I’ve learned that she’s exceptional and strong and gutsy. I’ve learned that she’s kept her focus on her family. Her priorities have been on three things: 1.) doing what’s essential for her own spiritual well-being; 2.) doing what she can that’s necessary in caring for her family; and with any remaining energy 3.) she does some nice stuff that brings variety and beauty and enjoyment into her life.
That order of priorities has kept her focused and hopeful and happy, in spite of the pain and loss and sickness.
So maybe I can’t bring my A game today. But maybe I can muster my B game and stop being whiny. I could do that.
Right after a nap and some Tylenol.