Wednesday, January 18, 2012

DAY 9- Playing Sick

I looked up at the stars as I stretched my legs. A few were visible and glistened. At least one blessing for each star, I mused.

The doctor assessed that I either had a viral infection or . . . leptospirosis. Doctors aren't always as much help as you hope, but this one was particularly reasonable and aware of the limitations of his practice.

He told me to keep him posted.

My fever was 100 degrees F. Back at home Emma gave me some Yound Living Melrose essential oil and graciously told me to keep the bottle. It soothed my swelling glands as I rubbed around my years and upper neck. I sucked on a lozenge.

As a child I often played sick so I could stay home from school and drink Jell-O juice and watch cartoons. My mom rarely stopped me. One time I faked an illness to stay home from church and watch a Luney Tunes special on Granny and Tweety Bird. I never played sick again.

I wish I was playing sick now.

I noted that clouds hid many of the night's stars. The stars likely wouldn't strike us so if clouds or city lights didn't often obscure them from our view.

Perhaps time granted Emerson's plea.