Physician -- Oops, mother, heal thyself

So, a few days ago I woke up feeling really crummy. Okay, it started even before I woke up. It started when I woke up the FIRST time, at 3 am, with a burning sore throat and night sweats. Got it? Sure, I know you know that feeling -- you're getting sick, and man, are you excited about it ... NOT!

The day did not proceed much better from there. I felt under the weather most of the day, though I won't deny three ibuprofen helped tremendously and I was able to at least function. (A certain level of functioning was crucial as I had quite a bit of driving to do ...)

By mid-afternoon, I was not faring much better. I had moved from I don't feel really well to Somebody give me the amnesia drug they gave me the in the hospital (AMAZING STUFF) and drop me in either Tahiti or Hawaii with the body I had at 18. Three ibuprofen bounced up to four to take the edge off of a rapidly developing migraine.

Life seemed to be getting worse, moment by moment - especially after realizing how far from that 18 year old body my own had come - so I did what I always do when life gets hard. I ran a warm bath and put on some face mask stuff. (I sometimes feel sorry for men that they don't know about these ways to pamper themselves. Hey, I've watched football to cut the stress, and I've gotta say, it JUST AIN'T THE SAME.)

Finally, somewhere between the ibuprofen and the face mask, I began to feel better -- well enough to keep to my original plans for the evening to enjoy some Thai food with girlfriends. Woohoo!

But I woke up this morning feeling crummy again. And on top of that, I felt mad that I felt crummy. You know the internal drill: "I have so much to do," "I don't have time to be sick," or what about, "It is a BEAUTIFUL day outside -- why do I have to be sick TODAY?" Whine, whine, whine ... let me tell you, I was just filling my house (and head) with loads of positive mental energy.

So, I tried to do a mental shift from such distorted thinking. I asked myself, How would I handle this situation if it were one of my kids that were sick? Without a second thought, I knew I would tell that child to rest and spend the day getting better. Funny, I could give my child permission to do that -- I could even see the necessity of it -- but myself? Oh, my, my -- life can be so full of 'shoulds' and 'should nots'! It was crystal clear to me how distorted my thinking had been!

So, for the past 3 days, I've had lots of practice following this advice. I think I am getting good at it. I do hope I feel better tomorrow, though.