It's Inevitable

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.