Nothing won't happen today...

I mentioned being a bit sick but that was gross understatement. I was, and still am, ROYALLY ill and have not yet recovered from whatever hit me. According to the doctors, it was the "possibly the true form of the flu in it's toughest strain", plus some mysterious inflammation and liver dysfunction. I would normally insert a big fat sigh here, but I have a headache and don't feel well enough to even feel sorry for myself. My husband thought it was Hantavirus from the mouse infestation we had. It still could have been but I'm on the mend. Slowly.

Have you ever heard this phrase?


(designed by Kassie, of course)


I didn't get the gene that makes you a little bit corny and makes you love phrases like this. Sometimes I wish I had it. Don't get me wrong, I fully believe in God and that he has not left me and that he is in every part of my life. I am a very devout person, but this doesn't quite sum it up for me. In my head, I've been making substitutions...and at the risk of being a bit sacrilege, I'll share some. I want to say again that I really believe that God is available and there through whatever awful thing happens in the course of a day, week, year, etc. I do. But sometimes I can't make it through the day without _____________. Fill in with your favorite vice.

"Nothing will happen today that chocolate covered cinnamon bears and I can't handle."

"Nothing will happen today that copious amounts of caffeine and I can't handle."

"Nothing will happen today that a really long rant about my tech at work  and I can't handle."

"Nothing will happen today that a king size fleece blanket  and I can't handle." (a lifelong problem)

"Nothing will happen today that whatever is on my Kindle and I can't handle."

"Nothing will happen today that Candy Crush and I can't handle." You know what I'm talking about.

"Nothing will happen today that pilates and I can't handle."

"Nothing will happen today that a nap in my shower at work and I can't handle."

"Nothing will happen today that chicken pants  and I can't handle."





Anyway, I'm not going to work tomorrow, which signifies the end of sick leave for the year. And the beginning of being overly stressed about not having sick leave. Nothing will happen tomorrow that sick leave and I can't handle.


Comments

Julianne Howes said…
Oh my gooooodness. Chocolate covered cinnamon bears. Heaven. It's okay to have things like that. Mine will be "nothing will happen today that lavender sleep bubble bath and I can't handle".
December 13, 2013 at 9:14 PM
Unknown said…
I love that stuff!! PS, I lost your number too. I'll check one more place before I get dramatic about. We gotta catch up!! Move back here :)
December 14, 2013 at 8:02 AM
Jennifer Walker said…
If I read your blog more often, I would have know you were STILL struggling with sickness. Mom said it was bad, but I didn't know it was THIS bad. I feel bad. I'm sending belated get-well-wishes AND smiling at the chicken pants!
December 19, 2013 at 9:17 AM
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