I Make A Lousy Sick Person

Woke up feeling nauseous, and so did my partner. He’s asleep in bed, and crazy me is sitting at this computer checking email, answering necessary ones, and writing this blog.  Then to bed.  Only my back starts to hurt if I stack pillows and try to read there.  And I have to go to the chiropractor this afternoon to fix the back.  And my tummy is acting up again – another bout of GERD.  Ugh.  Somedays I talk to friends about how fortunate I am with great health, no major problems, a loving, kind man, a home with no mortgage, etc. etc.  Today I feel like I’m falling apart, even though I know it’s temporary.  I loathe getting sick and this is so minor. How would I ever cope with a major illness. Slap your face for evening thinking that!  So I guess my latest task is to learn to accept feeling less than great, and behaving accordingly. Today I will lie on the couch, propped up by firm pillows, and read, and sleep if my eyes droop, rather than fighting it.  I’ve never made a very ‘willing’ sick person, but as I get older, I get worse.  Think that might have to do with my realization that I’m in the last third of my life?  Ya think? Duh.  Off to the couch.