mono on mother’s day
You’re technically not supposed to come down with mono twice, but according to my blood work results, I like to beat odds and prove the doctors wrong. The first time I had mono was seven years ago and it was accompanied with a severe case of strep. I had to quit my job and rest for three weeks (fine by me, I didn’t like the job much anyways).
This second time around, I have a bad case of strep, feel the need to rest for weeks, but quitting my job is not an option. I remember mono wiping me out years ago, but it’s harder now. I have the energy of a jaundiced newborn. I turn my head, I need to take an hour nap. I sit up, two hour nap. I get up to use the restroom, I’m down for the night. Those who’ve had mono will understand this, there’s just nothing like it. This is the most energy I’ve felt since Monday afternoon and I’m about to fall over on the keyboard.
Rest has been wonderful, though. Between naps, I’ve been able to listen to hours and hours worth of messages I’ve been itching to hear for some time, read The Hunger Games, and watch a few movies. God has provided practical help by way of friends caring for our boys (thank you, Becky and Kristin!), a wonderful homemade lasagna (thank you, James and Amelia!), and multiple offers from dear friends to help.
Perhaps the greatest gift of help (and undoubtedly the best Mother’s Day gift I could ask for) is that tomorrow afternoon, Joe will be picking my mom up from the airport to
rescue me help me. This is just like something she would do.
I feel emptied of energy this Mother’s Day, but I am filled to the brim with thanksgiving.