sick

“Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got ’till it’s gone.”

Wisdom from the “Big Yellow Taxi” rings in my whole tormented body on this day.

I was on retreat with 30 wonderful women over the weekend.  And, clearly I was on retreat with some kind of nasty pestilence that has taken up residence in many of our bodies.

Ah me, the misery! It’s almost laughable how sad sad sad a body can become.  I’m hauling myself from place to place in my house, bleary and spaced out from fever and all I can think about is getting rid of this headache and living through this so I can feel like a human again.

Knowing that I am not alone in this is no comfort:  I am feeling bad that anyone else would feel this miserable.

There is hope, right?

 

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