Something good should come from being sick. I had plenty of time to think about this over several days. One minute I'm simply tired. Then I wake up in the middle of the night with fever and chills.
I convinced myself at first that it was my fault, not eating well enough, going to bed so late for someone who takes care of two children. However, at some point, SARS occurred to me. So I put that on my Google list.
After my, uuumm, bathroom symptom occurred, I was pretty sure it was not my fault, but nature's, getting to me because I ate something in public without washing or drank from a water fountain.
So what good comes from being sick? Stomach viruses and influenzas can have such volatile symptoms that we just don't forget how bad a bug was. I still remember getting off the school bus in grade school not feeling well. (I'd been controlling it, holding it back without realizing it.) I walked into the house, went straight to the bathroom and lost my lunch. One night, I crawled into Mom's bed with a fever, convinced that if I covered up my head and prayed, it would go away. It did.
Another time, when Savannah was 6 months old and we'd just moved to Connecticut, I got completely dehydrated. It was the most thirsty I'd ever been. I daydreamed about how good water would taste but settled for Sprite, learned what projectile vomitting was. Sadly, the next day, water was flat and no good.
Now, feeling normal, feels so great.
