YUCK! BLEH! POOR ME! (Copious tears of self-pity)

On days like today I wonder where my gratitude has gone. I look for it to appear instantaneously. This is a futile expectation on days like today. I am required to go looking in every nook and cranny for it. I will rephrase that last sentence. It is best, by a long shot, that I try to find my gratitude on a day like today. It is not a requirement.

 I have been in low cotton, for three weeks or so, with a viral something or other that hit like a sledgehammer one evening while I was watching t.v. Yep! Felt o.k. one minute and the next wondered what on earth had taken over my body. Keep in mind that I am a recovering alcoholic with the ability to exaggerate even the smallest event in my life but, this time, I am telling the gist of it. I've got doctor's notes to prove it. Because I tend to dramatize I called a close friend today and asked her to tell me if she thought I was being a drama queen. She  assured me, with references to my past, notes at the bottom of her conversation with me, quoted resources, etc. that I am not dramatizing. She reminded me that at one time I was ill like this on a recurring basis with few breaks between. In essence I have been doing much better. Unfortunately, I have gotten stuck  in a familiar pattern of trying to get well. The difference is that I am choosing to rest.

I went looking for my gratitude and found this and know that it is true. Pass the humble pie, please!