I've been lucky. I haven't had a down and out episode of being sick since Christmas of 2004, when I came down with strep on Christmas Eve. That was not a happy time. I was serving four small churches in the Sewanee area and commuting from my home 90 miles away. Some friends in Monteagle had offered me their house to stay in over the holidays since they would be gone, and allowed me to have the dogs there. When I realized the degree to which I was becoming ill I managed to get help from a colleague to take one of my Christmas Eve services that evening, but then when my own duty was done I loaded the dogs in the car and drove the familiar road back home so that I could wake up Christmas morning sick in my own bed. It was a smart choice.
But that was then. This Christmas I woke with a bit of a scratchy throat and a mild cough, but over subsequent days the throat and cough have become worse. This morning nasal congestion descended. Such fun, during holiday times, to be laid low. Fortunately I am not utterly miserable. I can be about the house and sit up and participate in conversation. But my head hurts, and my throat is raw from coughing, and I don't have much energy. Bah!
I'm not really surprised to find myself sick after the pace of the weeks leading up to the holiday, and I will ride this out as a good sport. Still. I'm oh, so mindful of my friend Kim's desire to share the love, and not the germs!