DenyAsk

Today is the first day I have felt a considerable measurable of relief from the symptoms that have plagued me these last few days.  I have been in physical agony of such intensity that a simple task such as getting a glass of water exhausted all my resolve.  This virus was more virulent than any other that had previously attacked my system.  It held me captive to my couch and deprived me of rest and sleep both day and night.  I thank God for having crossed to the other side-the place where healing is finally accomplishing its work. There might the occasional soul who may be confounded by my joyous  declaration of physical restoration.  "It's just the flu, Delia, no reason to make a big deal about it.  Of course you would snap out of it eventually... "  Ahh, maybe...  I have been in health-care long enough to see people come into the hospital with a simple cold and hours later their lungs shut down and they toggle between life and death. ...

As I am sitting here sipping on my thyme and cinnamon-honey tea (a strange combination indeed), I am so grateful for the small pleasures of life. Under normal circumstances, such a combination of tea ingredients would not exactly produce feelings of exaltation; however, as I am doing all I can to empower my body in its fight against a menacing virus, thyme is what the "family doctor" prescribed (ie. my sister, and she is a nurse). This morning has been full of gratuitous yet significant luxuries already.  My husband saved the last square of sea salt chocolate for me, an indulgence that has elevated my pleasure quotient and I am sure will contribute to a speedier recovery.  Just minutes ago, I had a long phone conversation with my five-year old nephew (me, asking questions, he, dutifully answering). Although Joshua has transitioned to the "small boy" phase in which he asserts his independence every time I run to help him with some task, in my eyes he is still the tod...