I've always felt that when I got sick it was for a reason. The reason I usually muse is that God wants to have a special conversation with me, and that I will be sick as long as it takes his message to get across.
So, yeah, I'm sick. I fought it for a while, but finally yesterday afternoon I bit the bullet. I was forced to truly relax, and get rest. Relaxing meant letting my wife "mother" me. It also gave me a feel of what she's been going through being pregnant. Not that I know what it feels like to be pregnant, but I know how it feel to feel like crap longer than one would like.
I went to bed about 11:30 p.m. and didn't get up until 12:00 p.m. The last time I slept like that, I had influenza.
I made a promise to myself that I would have more patience with the misses, and emphathize with what she's going through.
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