End of summer holiday weekend? Everyone’s out and about having a grand time. Everyone except Virginia, that is.
Such fun plans, niece in town from NYC, family birthday parties to attend to.
Instead? Auntie V spent weekend in bed. Oh my God, my head, my head. And wretched retching tummy. And meandering body aches, roaming head to toe.
Full on nasty four day flu, in summertime? So not fun.
Couldn’t even read much, an unwelcome circumstance compounding flu blues. Thankfully, Tuesday night I read Louise Penny’s latest, Glass Houses. Wanted to make it last, but alas, read it in one sitting (it’s that good!)
Misery loves company, so they say. Brother Dwight’s had a bad sore throat this holiday weekend. Sniffling, shuffling by sickie sis. Hack. Hack.
Whose germs, what & where? (Lysol spray deployed everywhere.)
Food finally settling down in tummy today. Summer flu blues softening down a notch, petering their way out. Laptop (briefly) powered up, click clicking.
Enduring end of summer flu blues made me think of friends and dear ones fighting more serious challenges. Cancer. Terminal illnesses. Broken heart blues, broken life blues.
For some dear ones, medical blues and life blues won’t just peter out. A few may lessen, for a short time, but cancer aches, body aches, heart and broken life aches are ever present.
Humbling, that. My flu blues heart asks God for extra doses of love, peace & healing graces for all of you suffering whatever blues wherever you are. May God give you enduring grace, attuning your blues with notes of comfort and love.
“There is no hell, no private hell of wound, depression, fear, sickness or even bitterness that God’s love cannot and will not descend into. Once there, it will breathe out peace.” Fr. Ronald Rolheiser, OMI
: / Virginia : )
“Regret will not prevent tomorrow’s sorrows; it will only rob today of its strength. Keep believing. With Jesus you have not a hopeless end but an endless hope.” Barbara Johnson (from Boomerang Joy)