It’s almost Christmas. Two days and three hours to go before Santa makes his way into our home (not down the chimney because we don’t have one-we leave him a key instead). For the past several weeks now I’ve been ill. Christmas fixings, decorations, cutting down the tree, putting up lights, and present buying having been sandwiched in between small bouts of minor wellness and lots and lots of crying and doctors’ visits. Because of sheer determination (and also a diagnosis that I was perfectly fine after an initial run of antibiotics-sorry Doc, big mistake!) I managed to get stuff done. However, my worst fear of not being able to take care of my daughter came closely to fruition almost two weeks ago when I landed in the ER with a bacterial infection that would not go away and had me in pain, dizziness, chills, and misery to the point of barely being able to walk.
What do you do when you are a single parent in the house alone with your child (who also happens to be home sick from school), you are too sick to walk or move, and you know deep down inside there is something very, very wrong?
CALL FOR HELP.
That’s it. Another big fear of mine. Having to reach out for some major help. This went beyond just the typical, “Hey, Buddy, can you help me fix my busted water pipe? Sorry it’s New Year’s Eve.” This was big-time, HELP ME help. Luckily, I have some pretty awesome people in my life and was able to call on my amazing boss to get me to the hospital, stay with Maycee while they checked me out, and then get us home and settled with the proper meds. My dad drove three hours north the same night to make sure I was going to be okay, and then my neighbors called to let me know if I needed anything they’d be there. Even Maycee’s dad came up here for his visit instead of expecting me to drive south a week later as the medicines wreaked their own havoc on my insides and the infection lingered.
Yes, it was an ordeal, and yes, I have been unable to read, write, or think much about anything else except getting well. But, here I am, finally. Almost to the end of my third dose of antibiotics and feeling sort of back to normal on the heels of Christmas. My vacation plans for Disneyland and meeting Deb (TMIYC) were cancelled, and I spent many nights sobbing as I lay in bed wondering “why” and feeling sorry for myself. But, the truth of the matter is, it all worked out, and I learned many lessons, once again, about what is truly important. Maycee, well, she was scared to death about mama being sick. Sure, I’ve had colds and flus before, but nothing that knocked me so far down as this to the point of helplessness. She was also completely understanding about missing Disneyland. “It’s okay, Mama. I don’t mind. It’s okay.” Like I said, lessons in life on what is truly important.
It’s been a pretty rough road, and yet in the big scheme of the world, it’s been a short one. And, now, with the bitter taste in my mouth from the meds, I’ll be baking more Christmas cookies for Santa and preparing to spend this spiritual celebration with my little one. We’ll pray and give thanks for our blessings together, and all that’s transpired over the past few weeks will disappear with the unwrapping of boxes and bags Christmas morning. I know that I will be contemplating the whole situation over and over, planning to take better care of myself as I conjure up New Year’s Resolutions for 2013 and thinking of how many more people have way worse situations they’re dealing with than a crappy old infection. I’ll be praying for them, too. I will. People near and dear to me, and people far, far away.
I’m just glad to be back here. I’m glad to be up late at my computer with enough energy to write a post. (No cup of tea yet…but soon.) I’m glad I’m feeling better, and that what happened to me was curable. I’m glad that I can remember Jesus’ birth is the reason for the season, and that even if no presents were sitting under the tree we’d still be celebrating. I’m glad that I have you, Readers, to share these ups and downs with…to write what presses on my heart as well as what brings me joy.
I wish you all a very Merry Christmas, and I’ll save my New Year’s wishes for my next post! I’m not quite up to chuckling about it all yet, but I do believe that life is short, and we need to be happy no matter what. Maybe if we can’t chuckle, we can turn up one side of our mouths to smirk…Hmmmmm…let me give it try. (Wink!)
Hugs and Love to you. XOXO-SWM