The Up Side of Being Sick - Page 2
Pretty soon I had a lighter and was carrying around a pack. Sneaking into the basement even after my brother was back at school, and smoking alone while I read his Russian literature books and ruminated, for 5 minutes, about my life, before it was time to go back to working and folding laundry.
What happened next is what usually happens - I got sick. It didn't help that there was a funeral in the family and I was surrounded by mobs of people - some of them pretty sick. Or that it is winter and freezing. But there I was, sick and hobbled.
Here is the upside to having taken to my bed for four days and being behind on all my work. I haven't smoked a single cigarette, and I have been resting so much that my hip feels better. I've lost a few pounds from days of nothing but soup and orange juice. I haven't had any coffee; I just gave in to what my body needed. I didn't waste anytime on Facebook. I finally managed to get to the doctor and next week I hope to return to yoga class. I'll get it together just in time for that trip to California.
Sometimes you have to get sick to get well.
This is an original New Jersey Moms Blog post. Theta Pavis is a writer, editor and poet who chews a lot of gum.