I had forgotten how wonderful it is to drink water after a period of deprivation. There is nothing more thirst-quenching and satisfying than a cup of cold water.
It was around 5 pm tonight when the “flu” that had my youngest, David, from playing in a volleyball tournament in Kingston this weekend, hit me. It hit with a vengeance. It was worse than chemo. Seriously. At least with chemo – the sickness is not violent. It is not nice, but it is nothing like the bug that I contracted – at least for me. Nothing escaped the eviction from my digestive passages. I was left breathless and freezing cold.
Thank GOD a hot shower was readily available to me – after a couple of sessions draining the hot water tank – I warmed up. Never have I been so cold as I was this evening. I think it may have paralleled the time that Jamie Moran’s mom saved me from the hypothermic waters of Georgian Bay after participating in a fund-raising race for Whipper Billy Watson. A storm had appeared suddenly on my, the final, heat of our sea-doo race. A hot shower was in order on that occasion too – as well as hot soup and a whole lot of tender loving care.
I cannot imagine experiencing these physical challenges as a refugee – waiting for a safe home in nothing but a tent. Oh, to be ill in a house, where there is shelter, a warm bed, and the medicine available that could save one’s life should it be necessary. So blessed am I. Funny how tonight’s sickness threw me right back into appreciation for the bare necessities of life.
Poor wee David. He felt like this in a hotel room in Kingston – where he stayed in bed for the week-end while his team went on to play some great games. I had cleaned up after him – and kept vigil over him – which is likely why I contracted his germs. At first I thought it may have been food poisoning – but it lasted too long. Thank goodness one of his assistant coaches had the presence of mind to remind me that volleyball is such a “ball-contact” sport that if he were sick it would be so easy to infect the entire team. It was a tough call for her to make – but I am so grateful she had the courage and the presence of mind to speak up. How horrible it would have been for our family to know the entire team was knocked out because of David. Not right.
So – I lay awake as yesterday slips into today – and sip on my ice chips – appreciating the finer and more simple things in life once again.