A Month of Thankfulness - November 23

 Today I am thankful for feeling a little bit better.  No...a lot better.

This weekend was a 'never get out of pajamas' weekend.  Actually I hadn't had a shower or washed my hair since last Thursday.  Good thing my sense of smell has not totally returned?

This morning I woke up with dread---again.  I could have stayed in bed all day.  Really.  I didn't want to do anything.  I wanted to just lie there and be a slug.  Feeling sorry for myself.  Thinking this would never change. 

But then---I did what I always say I should do, what I intend to do, what I always NEED to do, but too often I don't.  I can't rely on myself in times like this.  I know that.  But I forget.  I need to rely on God.  I need to 'practice what I preach' and turn it all over to God and let Him handle it.

So what did I do?  I prayed, and I prayed hard.  I prayed for better health.  I prayed to feel better.  I prayed for enough energy to get myself through today and accomplish a few small things on my list.  I prayed that Gary feel better.  I prayed that we could return to the way we felt a few weeks ago, with more energy, with the grandkids visiting, with enthusiasm for the upcoming holidays.

Then I tucked the bad feelings away and let God work on my head and my heart.

Before I dragged myself out of bed, Gary came in and lay on his side of the bed.  He moaned and said it felt SO good to be back in his own bed.  He didn't like sleeping in the spare room on that bed.  I don't blame him.  So this is what happened.  

I stripped the bed of sheets, blankets, quilt, and mattress cover.  All of it went into the washer (in three loads) and dryer.  The bed will be made again with fresh stuff...and he will sleep in his own bed tonight.

Is that wise?  My quarantine time is over if we go by the day of my first symptoms.  Two weeks since the first symptoms ended on Saturday.  Since he tested negative (even though the girls and I still think he was positive), it will be two weeks on Wednesday that he first experienced symptoms.  He has passed the 10-day quarantine mark.  I think that both of us sleeping in our own bed will do wonders for both of us.  Just saying.

Hilary dropped off groceries today also.  We ordered the turkey dinner from Bob Evans that Megan will pick up on Wednesday morning.  Gary asked for Grandma Greta's cranberry salad so I made a list for Hilary's trip to Meijer and added in the needed ingredients for the sausage hash brown breakfast casserole.  We will have that for dinner tonight, topped with a egg over easy and it will be great re-heated tomorrow, with an egg over easy.

I cleaned up the kitchen.  Gary gathered the trash and put it in the cans.  He also added salt to the softener.  I have been washing and drying bedding.  I am also working on an order for Amazon.  

The dizziness I felt this morning is going away.  I could smell the body lotion I put on after my shower this morning.  I need to have a positive attitude.  Plus we do need to eat.  Hilary is right...we can't expect to improve our level of energy if we are not eating three meals a day.  I will try to do better with that.

Actually...I did heat up some Bob Evans little sausage sandwiches.  They were TINY!  So I heated up two, then added some shredded cheese to the tops and heated again.  They actually tasted pretty good!  And I felt better after I ate them.

I also made some fresh lemonade (thanks to Megan getting us some packets since we were out) and loaded the dishwasher to run later today.  I have been trying to keep the kitchen cleaned up, and tomorrow's project will be to sweep the floor in there and clean off the table, just in case someone else stops by.

I am thankful for God today. I don't know why I haven't poured out my heart and soul in prayer before now.  I have been praying for Gary to improve, and he has, but I haven't prayed for me.  I guess I figured out finally that I needed to do that, that even though God is in control, I needed to ask Him to come into my life right now and lead me into better choices and healing from this.  I did. Finally.

Thank you, God, for loving me and for helping me on this road to recovery.  I am SO thankful that the virus effects were not worse because they could have been.  Thank you, God.