sick

I'm sick. Wednesday morning I felt good. By Wednesday afternoon I was developing a cough. Thursday morning, though I felt like crap, I felt optimistic and thought I'd go ahead and go to work. I got a couple miles down the road before I realized what a dumb idea that was and turned around. I went to the doctor on Friday. He agreed--I'm sick. Fever. Congestion. Irritated throat.

So here it is, Sunday morning, I'm still sick. But it's Sunday morning, and I have stuff to do. So I got up with my alarm at 7:30, and called my RS president, Ruth, just in case she could take care of some of the stuff. No answer. Oh yeah, she had a 8am meeting this morning. OK, proceed with doing what I need to do. I shower, find appropriate church clothes, get my things together and leave. I pick up the woman and her baby who need a ride to church. We get to church. I make the photocopies I need. I see Ruth--she tells me to go home and be sick. I tell her that I'm planning to, but I still have things to do. Fortunately, I can transfer most of my things to do onto her, but not everything.

I sit in the foyer to put the copies I've made into the binders before I hand them off to someone else. Oh! There's Megan. I give her a copy of our latest book for book club. I was supposed to give it to her on Thursday morning when we walk in the morning, but I was sick, so I didn't walk.

Eventually, I have redistributed all of the things I needed to take care of. And I head back out to my car to go home, get in bed, and work on getting better. It's an hour since I left home, two hours since I got up. Sometimes I wish I weren't so responsible and on top of things. But I also know that's why I get asked to take care of some of the things I do--because they know I won't drop the ball. Even if I'm sick.