As gently as night wrapped her shawl around me she eased her way out. Sun, not as shy, burst her way in, ready to frolic. As playful and inviting as she was, I could not rise to meet her. And so it went for three days…
Have you ever felt so miserable it was all you could do to breathe? I clung to the sofa and my bed for three days. It was all I could do to move about the house. A percussionist had taken residence in my head. Medication only made me nauseous and ice packs only bounced the banging from one temple to the other. Chills and sweats took turns invading my body while the pain that seared within settled into my back. Finally, I made it to the doctor’s office. After days and nights of clawing at the covers I drifted into medicinal slumber to awake in the middle of the night feeling great…and then the drugs wore off. Antibiotics kicked in and I joined the land of the living today.
I actually made it to Sam’s Club…the trip wore me out, but I feel like I’ve at least accomplished something this week. Nobody likes being sick and it doubly sucks when it falls on a long weekend with gorgeous weather. Then I remember I am entitled to a long weekend because it is Memorial Day, and I am ashamed to complain of being sick… And to freedom we owe a debt of gratitude to those who lost their lives in defense of it.
In honor of Memorial Day, I’d like to share a couple of photos DirtMan took back in 04 at Arlington National Cemetery.