My 18 year old son has mononucleosis and possibly strep throat. His glands are very swollen, as is his painful, raw throat. I can't tell you how much I take my family getting sick as a personal affront to my ministry as a home guardian. So the other day I went into full battle mode, grocery shopping for the freshest, health-giving food, rushing around the house, cleaning, sanitizing, making chicken soup, fruit smoothies and a ton of other things, going to the doctors, the pharmacy, and trying to wait on Grandpa and make sure my young working adults had their sustenance, too.
Last night one of them stayed out till almost 3 a.m., which had me pacing the floors. At 6 a.m. my "patient" awakened me because of sharp, hard pain in his chest. We ended up calling the rescue squad, waiting in the little front parlor for them, so as not to disturb the rest of the house.
After a two-hour stint in the emergency room, he is home and resting. Thank the Lord that the problem most likely is that he has patches of infection going down his throat into his esophagus, and that he was somewhat dehydrated.
And thank the Lord that I am able to come home and rest today, the Lord's Day, and take the entire day to restore my frayed nerves and tired body. Now that I know Michael is OK, at least for awhile, I decided to just forget everything else, for once, and be my own Valentine, so to speak. Dear husband got a card and some top shelf jelly beans, and he is good to go. Right now, everyone is either working, sleeping, or at church, and I plan to soon be at the church of sweet repose, located just inside my eyelids.
Happy Valentine's Day everyone
and a blessed Sunday to all, as well.