CHRISTMAS REALLY “FLU” BY THIS YEAR… Dec. 22 - I have a cold. Dec. 23 - I have a worsening cold. Dec. 24 - I have a very bad cold. At 9:00 p.m. on Christmas Eve, it became obvious that I had the flu. You know that feeling of being in a rickety elevator that suddenly drops a floor and rattles to a stop? And it does it again? And again? And again? I had to literally pray my way through those last 3 hours of work, because my leaving early would have put my co-workers in a real bind. (And, yes, it is “co-worker” instead of “coworker” — without the hyphen, I always see “cow orker” and ain’t nobody got time for dat!) When I got off work at 12:05 Christmas morning and drove home, I had to stop and pray again just to realize that I had really survived it and was actually at home. I arose slowly from the couch and shuffled through the house like a Walking Bruise. Every cell in my body ached deeply. So I got into the bed, tripled my covers, and noticed the bed moving haphazardly just like the one on the cruise ship when they sailed around in circles through a hurricane all night because they couldn’t let passengers gamble in port (not theoretical). I began plummeting through worseness to worstness so rapidly that I must have zoomed right past the Death Exit. I could not believe a person could feel as horribly as I did and still be alive. What MUST it be like to actually succumb?!? In 48 hours, I slept 42 and ate nothing but Tylenol with water. No tv or radio or Facebook or iPhone or nothing. Even light was disturbing. And I coughed up lung tissue on the walls. I had to call in sick for the first time, and I woke up to find that it had snowed about 3 inches and was still blowing and going. That was about the time I would have gotten off work or been found dead (more likely). It turns out that God built into our bodies a Prime Directive survival mode. My mind and spirit were perfectly ready to go live with the Lord, but my body had a mind and spirit of its own. Like the Indian Chief in “Little Big Man,” I reconfirmed that you can’t just say, “It is a good day to die.” Your body has the trump card. Now that I feel like living again, I’m glad my body outvoted me. Bottom line — FLU IS STILL NOT GOOD… AT ALL! If you had been thinking about catching it, you might reconsider.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 11:49:17 +0000
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