Another Eventful Weekend

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This has been an eventful weekend. I say “eventful” in regards to not a lot of physical actions going on the outside of me, however, on the microscopic levels I was literally teeming with hordes of activity…in other words, I was sick.

It all started out on Friday morning with a migraine…migraines in the morning are not what I recommend to anyone, as it starts off the day terribly! With the help of a little Excedrin and a hot shower I was able to get it to leave, but that was nothing compared to what was coming up. As the day wore to evening I started to feel—in the words of Matchbox 20—Unwell.

Not knowing what lay in store for when I woke up on Saturday morning I went to bed that night with plans to go to Park City with a friend of mine. Well, when I arose at 6:30 I started to get ready but knew, knew mind you, that there was no way that I would be going anywhere. Though my will said yes, my body more wisely said, “There ain’t no way you’re going anyplace!” I am glad that I listed to my body because it turned out that I had some type of flu that was complete with everything that goes along with it—I will spare the graphic details (as most everyone has experienced this horrific event in their life at some time or another, and details are probably not entirely necessary).

All of Saturday was spent indoors, in bed, under blankets, and being exceeding bored. I did manage to watch about 5 episodes of “The X Files” my sister had lent me so it made it somewhat more bearable, though even television gets old after a few hours and one just wants to be up and out. I have had friends tell me before that they actually enjoy the downtime they get when they are sick…just being able to lie there for hours on end and sleep. Not me…I was ready to be up and out, however, my body once-again more wisely warned against going out in public. I was grateful for night to come and for sleep to overtake me—still feeling terrible.

This morning I was up and looking out at the gray, cloudy, dreary Sunday and I felt a little bit better. Still had stomach pains, but it was better than Saturday. I managed to get up and as I did I was listening to a CD, a song by Peter Breinolt came on, “Say I Will.” As I listened to this song I started to think about my brother, Yancy, who is in New York. I just started to miss him. How we don’t appreciate those around us until they are gone…I just have to add to this post that I really do miss my brother. It is strange to think that he’s been gone for three months. Time moves steadily onward, doesn’t it?