My wife’s homemade chicken soup.
So I am finally going to the doctor’s office. (All my coworkers are cheering right now). I’ve been sick all week. It’s felt like someone has stabbed a knife in my throat and then set it on fire. That sounds about right. That’s a bad thing when your job is to talk on the phone all day. We’ve been plagued with sickness in our house, lately.
Stephany was sick for two weeks with a head cold, that still has some lingering sinus pressure. Fortunately Ellie was not sick. Imagine being sick and trying to take care of a sick baby, too. Just as Stephany was feeling better, Ellie started coughing and rubbing her eyes a lot and, so off she go to the pediatrician. The results: and ear infection and pinkeye!.
So Now I’ve got the crud and I’ve finally decided I am tired of coughing and not sleeping, and having my throat be on fire that I am going to the doctor too. Whew! what a month it has been.
As some of you know I’m not big on going to the doctor. I’ve generally been pretty healthy all my life and never really needed to go to the doctor except for an occasional checkup or a cold, and even then it has to be really bad and lingering for me to go.
But it got me to counting my blessings. None of us have chronic conditions that require constant care. We don’t rack up tens of thousands of dollars in medical expenses every year. I’m not on disability. I am able to work every day and provide for my family. My wife is able to stay at home. We have been blessed with a beautiful, healthy, happy baby. Life is good.
There are people in my church, at my workplace, people I pass in the grocery store, people I know and people I will never know in my neighborhood and around the world who daily struggle with situations I can’t even imagine. We are truly blessed.
It shouldn’t take something bad happening to make us count our blessings. But I am grateful for the opportunity to reflect and to thank God for the live he has given me.
Now, the doctor is ready to see me…