like a little fresh air

I had a rough week. It began on Tuesday with a serious headache; the worst I’d ever experienced. Along with the headache came chills and body aches and a little rash on my cheeks. I couldn’t sleep or eat or concentrate. No appetite. Fatigue. I figured I had a virus that would run its course, but when the headache lingered on for 3 days in a row, I went to our local walk-in clinic.

Fortunately for me, I saw a thoughtful and patient physician’s assistant. She listened to my concerns and asked questions and applied her full knowledge and care toward helping me. Thinking outside the box, she suggested a strep test. Apparently there are times when strep can present in atypical ways without a sore throat. And sure enough, I tested positive for strep.

A few hours later with a dose of antibiotics, I was already on the mend and feeling much better. (I do not like to take antibiotics unless absolutely necessary and I’m taking my probiotics and prebiotics to protect my gut flora).

But something else contributed to my healing, too. Well, really two somethings.

The first, a walk through an old home, now turned antique shop, with my camera in hand.

The second, a video featuring Anne Lamott, 12 Truths I learned from life and writing.

And this passage especially.

While fixing and saving and trying to rescue is futile, radical self-care is quantum, and it radiates out from you into the atmosphere like a little fresh air. It's a huge gift to the world. When people respond by saying, "Well, isn't she full of herself," just smile obliquely like Mona Lisa and make both of you a nice cup of tea. Being full of affection for one's goofy, self-centered, cranky, annoying self is home. It's where world peace begins.

There is nothing like illness to make one grateful for good health.