For the last six weeks I’ve been washing my hands and praying that I don’t get this virus.
Even though the county I live in only had 44 cases and two deaths, I still worry a little. The two deaths we’ve had have been in nursing homes.
About a month ago I gained 8 pounds. I really didn’t pay any attention to it. I’ve been scared because I don’t know who is sick and who isn’t. I don’t know what is going to happen. I thought I was just retaining water because I was scared. I thought of calling my doctor and leaving a message with his nurse, but I didn’t.
I was so focused on keeping the virus away, I forgot to listen to my body.
On Friday night my diverticulitis kicked in. I could barely sleep because I was in so much pain. Yesterday morning I went to the walk in and was prescribed antibiotics.
I told the nurse that it came out of no where. That werent any signs but as I sit here resting I realizes there were.
I wasn’t listening to my body. It spoke but it went in one ear and out the other.
One of Merriam Webster’s definition of listen is: to listen to sound.
In this case I think sound is my intuition. It’s the inklings I get. The subtle hints. The words and pictures that stir something inside of me.
I’m feeling better. The pain has subsided and I’m able to sleep.
I’m being gentle with myself. Taking my antibiotics, eating bland foods, drinking fliuds and taking naps.
I’m taking vacation tomorrow and calling my doctor to see if he needs me to come in.
Maybe when the antibiotics are done I will have lost the 8 pounds I gained.
I’m just glad I dont have the virus.
Stay safe everyone.