You see, I am well and truly sick.
So last night I retreated to my Sanctuary (translation: bedroom -- not quite as pristine as it was here :-(....you're seeing the eye roll, right!?!) and rolled up in my very own "healing" quilt.
This pinwheely, whirlygigy beauty of a body warmer is made of homespuns (with all the same background fabric because that's what I do. I know...I'm trying to break free! :-D), and it has the yummiest, softest brushed cotton flannel backing in rich olive green plaid you ever had the pleasure of laying on your skin.
This is the quilt that Jeff and I snuggle under on a Sunday afternoon -- after church, when Sunday dinner is over and the kids have retreated to the family room (downstairs! Yippeeee!!) to play video games -- and we breathe deeply of each other and then roll over, each to our own side! and take a two- to three-hour nap!!!
So, yeah, I'm thinking this quilt definitely might have healing properties. As I delve a little more deeply into "memory time" while Jeff is overseas, I'm smiling to myself and enjoying the view....and
The coughing spasm hits, and I know the wet stuff in my lungs has to go somewhere! and my fantasy takes a dramatic turn....
"NOOOO! Baby! Stay in the desert!!
I would not have you die of this horrible plague!!
Save yourself!!! Give my best to the Afghans.....
Tell the children I love them...
I love you tooooo much to inflict this on you!!!!!"
Healing quilt, my...Well. Nevermind.
So, I'm thinking there are some clear clues that I'll be seeing a doctor today.
- When my very real deployed husband tells me in my fake insipid daydream to get my rear end to the doctor.
- When every coughing spasm reveals there are other uses for certain drug store products besides consistent incontinence. (Yeah, and all my relatives wanted to throw away the Poise pads when gramma died!!! Hummmmph!!!)
- When my children back away from me saying things like, "Is that one gonna make you hurl, Mom!?!"
It's bronchitis. I get it every year. I'll probably live. AFTER I see the doctor. :-)
And I could pray! I had a pastor who, when someone would suggest prayer for a sicko like me, would respond, tongue in cheek --"Has it come to that!?!" He's a keeper! Gotta love it!! LOL
They don't call Jesus the Great Physician for nothin'! God tells His people Israel, "I am the LORD, who heals you." (Exodus 15:26). Psalm 103, recounting all the benefits of the Lord, tells us He "heals all your diseases."
Malachi 4:2 offers this promise: "But for you who revere my name, the sun of righteousness will rise with healing in its wings. And you will go out and leap like calves released from the stall."
Yeah...I'm not too excited about the calf bit (I already called myself a whale -- "heifer" is just a little further than I wanna go today!), but I'll take the healing! Thank you, Jesus! and pass the antibiotics!!