I woke up this morning with a crazy stuffy nose...ugg. I still got out of bed, washed up, and out the door. My first stop today was the vet. Last night Basil let a tick land on his body. Horrible creature (the tick not Basil!). I took him in this morning just to get it checked out. Then I was off to the hospital. I only lasted a couple hours, until I drove back to the hotel and crawled into bed...where I'm still at!
First, I guess Cale had a busy morning with his hands. I love getting stories when I get to the hospital everyday, about my husband getting into trouble. I think he would be proud there are so many! Heehee! He was in a good mood when I got there. He let me brush his teeth, clean his nails, and he played ball. The whole time I was sniffling, sneezing, and coughing. With the infection he has, I don't want him to get ANYTHING bad from me so I knew I needed to leave. Since the day after the accident, I've made it a goal not to get sick or do anything that causes me to miss a day with Cale. Well, something caught me.
At one point this afternoon when I was laying in bed, I started to let my mind wander. I always have hated being alone and sick. I remember when I was younger and would get sick, I hated when Mama had to go to work. I just wanted her to stay with me and watch movies all day. I'm the same even now, I just hate to be alone. All that to say, I was already sad because neither Cale or Mama are able to be here and take care of me, and then I opened the door for the enemy to come in. It wasn't a sob fest, just a time of really sad thoughts. I hate that this happened. I hate that it has forever changed my marriage, when I thought it was almost perfect. A lot of not fun stuff going through my head. I could feel myself giving in to the darkness that was coming from every direction it felt like. I pray every morning that I would be a light to the dark, that I would walk in light no matter what. I know this might sound dramatic as you're reading, but as I was laying there, me and Basil, I felt all the drama fill the room.
Sleep came and when I woke up it was 5pm. Basil was ready for a walk and I could hardly pull myself off the bed. I didn't even bother turning lights on before going outside. I knew I was not fit for the world to see me, mascara smeared on my face, with very nice bed head. Thankfully, not too many people are ever on the special trail I walk.
Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.
I am feeling better now, praying that this evening will be a peaceful and restful one. I know I am not alone, Christ is with me. He's with Cale too, God's breathing life into him everyday. I KNOW because we're all praying for it. Also praying I wake up refreshed and all better so I can spend a wonderful day next to my beloved.