It was inevitable.
I picked up soiled tissues all week long.
I hung around people who were coughing and sneezing.
I slept in the same bed as an infected person.
The germs were bombarding me all week long and my body
seemed to be resisting.
Today I went to church feeling ok. I was very cold, though, and my knees hurt.
When I got home I felt a little 'off'.
After eating, I had a heavy, tired feeling and my throat and
my bones were achy.
I went to bed for the afternoon.
But I was chilled and achy all afternoon and only slept a
little here and there.
Now I am home alone while everyone else is at church.
I hope that resting this evening will cause this virus to be
less durable in me than it's been in the others.
I can spare one day, tomorrow, but after that, I will have
commitments that I cannot avoid easily.
I pray that my body will not be as battered by this virus as
the rest of my family has been.
I don't know why I think I can avoid the pain and aches,
even the length of time these germs germinate.
But I want to avoid it; I've been hoping to avoid it as I've
watched each family member succumb.
Knowing the inevitable, or thinking I do, as I sit here
resting, is not a comfort.
