Gifts of the flu
There were moments while our bodies felt shut down, Stell and I would look at each other as if it was a secret code. We both knew what we were feeling and it was a commiseration we shared. I would reassure her about the IMPERMANENCE of the situation. "This won't last forever, you know that right? We will get better!" She nodded. We shared how much it sucked, rested, snuggled and pressed onward. When you are a caregiver there is not out of bounce; they want your lap, they get your lap. I have a WORTHINESS problem. You see, I know I have it so that's something, right?! Accepting help isn't my strongest trait, but I am leaning into that and with the flu it's a matter of necessity. My friend offered to bring my favorite drink from the juicery we frequent. My husband was home and I felt the pangs of guilt that he could get it for me if I really wanted or needed it. I knew she was passing by and she said she was going to stop anyway, but it was initially still