Sick

*sigh*

Being sick. I hate being sick - I hate how long it feels like it takes for me to get over a respiratory illness, or feeling in anyway that I'm not adequate to finish a project, go to work, take care of Paul, Sean, and the housework.

Yet, I shocked my primary care with how horrible my lungs sounded today, and I NEED to rest, but it is so hard to rest when all I see are "things that I need to do." I guess I need to treat myself like I wish I could force my parents to treat themselves, with kindness and consideration for all that my body is trying to accomplish by getting well again. I do have a new hero in my friend Kendel though - she is carrying her sixth little baby and has horrible morning sickness for the first trimester, sometimes the first half of pregnancy... yet she carries herself with such dignity that I want to strive to be more dignified in caring for myself - so that I can be the wife and mother that I want to be.

Rest.

I'll try.