So, Peck and I have had covid. He is well on the mend while I, well, feel bad, which is an upgrade from just plain awful. If you’ve followed me for long, you know that I ascribe to being thankful in hard times. It’s a Biblical mandate and healing for the soul. Because God is always, always good.
“Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.” Eph 5:20
- I’m thankful that Peck did not get as sick as I did. He was up worshipping the Lord with our online service 5 days after symptom onset.
- I’ve felt like a garbage truck ran over me and unloaded it’s steaming, stinky cargo on top of my flattened body, but my oxygen has stayed up. Many suffer in the hospital on ventilators. God protected me from that.
- Lifetime plays back-to-back episodes of Major Crimes and Rizzoli and Isles. Those crime-fighting teams solved many mysteries and distracted me from my symptoms.
- My mom made chicken and rice. ‘Nuff said.
- I’ve had a love/hate relationship with my CPAP device. For the first two years, I never kept it on all night. But this week, it has been a godsend. I wore it even when I was awake to force air down my swollen nasal cavities.
- Speaking of Mom…She and Photog, my brother, have taken fabulous socially-distanced care of Peck and I. Even though we were far away from Hubby, isolation was much easier with family nearby.
- I’m thankful I could communicate with my personal doctor. She was able to prescribe me meds, so I didn’t have to wait in my car for three hours in some urgent care parking lot.
- On top of all this, my father has been in a rehab for a serious blood infection. I’m thankful we have a big enough family to visit him, while all of us, who were exposed, were quarantined. Daddy is a social creature. Visitation is vital for his recovery. And, I’m, also, thankful the rehab recognizes that need and has allowed compassionate visitation.
- Last but not least, I’m very, very, very, really, super duper grateful for popsicles.
Truly, it’s been a tough couple of weeks, first Dad was in the hospital and, then, various family members started falling to covid. The hits kept coming. In those moments, I may have or may not have uttered an expletive or two. But at the end of it all, I choose to trust my God. I choose to praise him because he is always good. I choose thanksgiving.
Author’s note: I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors, extra commas, or nonsensical statements. I’m still not as cognizant as I think I am. 😛