I informed Jeremiah that if he told me one more time that I, "just had the flu" (like he did), that I would kill him. This was something that deserved a far greater name than "the flu." Something like Ebola virus, or Legionnaire's Disease, or (what I finally settled on after watching a girl die from this in a movie a few nights ago)...Consumption. Good 'ol tuberculosis. That immunization must not have worked back in the fifth grade, because that's what I felt like I had. Can you tell I am pretty dramatic in my sickness :)?
Yesterday was the first morning I'd slept through the night (without waking to uncontrollable shaking and little needles poking into my body and waiting until I could summon the strength to get out of bed, medicate myself, and await the 2-hour process of sweating off the fever), and I woke up feeling like I had won the lottery. I was rested. I was not in pain, and lo and behold I had forgotten the wonders of what you can accomplish with a little energy. I had us all up and dressed and fed and the beds made and the laundry started in the same amount of time it had taken me to just get OUT of the bed the day before. I am feeling like a super-hero.
Then, to add to the wonder of it all, it feels like summer has crept up behind me while I wasn't paying attention. I stepped outside early yesterday morning and a smile spread across my whole face. The chill was gone, vanished. There was a cool breeze blowing through a warm sunrise. My kitchen was flooded in morning light while I made my coffee, and the promise of swimming pools, and beaches, and green fields, and strawberry picking seemed spread out before me. I love summer mornings, and now that I have made a miraculous and unprecedented recovery from Tuberculosis, I am ready to embrace them!