After several days of mostly sleeping, plus various meds for headache and vague malaise, and meals of soup,
graham crackers, and herb tea, I wake to a day that feels good to be alive—no pain,
no nausea. I lie there thinking, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
The gusty winds that have closed
roads for days with dust clouds have calmed, and a Scott’s oriole is in the
palo verde outside the bedroom window when we open the blinds. A wave of welcome
energy lasts me a couple of hours for writing, and then I grudgingly concede that another
day of bed rest is what I need more than sitting here at this computer.
Glad you are feeling better. The sound of birds always cheers me up!
ReplyDelete~Cheryl Ann~
Rest, man, and enjoy those moments.
ReplyDeleteRest is often the best medicine and an oriole in a tree never hurts.
ReplyDeleteNice thought, Neil.
DeleteRon, I hope you continue to feel better and get better.
ReplyDeleteKeep hanging in there, Ron. Spring is on the way -- would enjoy hearing what's blooming in the desert.
ReplyDeleteI'm thankful to hear that you had a good day. Here's to more of them.
ReplyDeleteYou will feel so much better once those meds end. Enjoy your rest.
ReplyDeleteNothing like a good long rest to cure the minor ills. I don't mean sleep all the time, but relax and let iyour mind work its magic.
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