Reset

Resetting my gastrointestinal system is not an easy task.  Some people do it voluntarily by way of fast and juice drinks, I do it involuntarily by way of a complete body sponge illness.  I've got the worst stomach flu since probably last fall, when at that time I thought I would die.  Last night, after hours and hours of illness, chills and hovering over a bowl, I thought I was approaching the pearly gates again.  I thought about calling for DH to bid him farewell, but even that required more life energy than I had.  So I lay there and thought, dying stinks.  It hurts and even with all the comforts of modern day society, it's still painful and unwelcoming.  And then I remembered DH had the power to prescribe.  If I could just drag myself across the house (I had taken up residence in the guest room to spare DH the noises that accompany said illness ... trying to be lady like) I could have him give me that magical pill that stops vomiting, and in my case, death.

After an unfortunate combination of symptoms came upon me (meaning I needed help and a shower) I was motivated enough to wake up DH.  And do you know what he did for me? He cleaned me up, got me into bed, started the laundry, cleaned the toilets and administered a Priesthood blessing, where he promised I would stop throwing up and begin to recover.  It's been 6 hours since that blessing and I've nary to see the inside of my metal bowl since then.

The irony in all of this is that tonight was going to be the last church activity I was in charge of due to the church-wide changes.  And now, I'm stuck in bed and others have to step up to the plate and cover my backside.

But the silver lining is truly the reset. In less than 24 hours I can lose 5 lbs., stop eating all the Christmas junk food and go from seconds to "just a little bit please."  As someone once said, "I'm just one stomach flu away from my goal weight."  Huzzah!