Well, I think I will survive. Today is my 4th day on the antibiotics and I think they are starting to do their job. I am afraid to jinx the process and will not say that I am getting better until the doctor says I am on Monday, but my appetite has returned and that is something remarkable. I have been completely uninterested in food and have had to force myself to eat something now and then, but that has been a slice of bread with butter on it.
Today I feel like eating something very good and I have been thinking about vanilla pudding all morning. The Exfactor is going to the grocery store for me in a while and I have put it on the shopping list. And, of course, I am getting chicken soup. That must be the most nourishing thing to eat right now. Maybe it will be a cure all in itself.
Being sick and almost totally unable to do anything, sure gives you a lot of time to contemplate your life. You get to think about all the things you normally do not have time for. I certainly was confronted with myself and the finer aspects of my own behavior that I normally did not examine that closely. That was a real eye opener and I have come to a bunch of conclusions about it that I have already started to apply changes to.
I think that maybe it was high time that I got sick so that I could have this time to contemplate. You can not go galloping through life and not take a big time out every once in a while to really think about what you are doing and if you are not doing it mindlessly.
I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be, but that is okay. I am a bit wiser.