For the past several years, I have lived in Virginia (consider myself an adopted Virginian) and Alabama. Unfortunately, in both these lovely places, the weather "turns" generally about Thanksgiving, which means I'm always sick for Thanksgiving. While everyone else is out eating and eating and eating, I'm laying in bed wondering how on earth would I survive without modern medications. I wonder if I would have been "delicate" as they called sickly people in the past or if just one of those sick Thanksgivings would have "done me in."
This past holiday was no exception. I got sick on schedule on the Thursday before and spent Thanksgiving in bed surrounded by three dogs, a concerned dad, tissues, meds and a good book. Thank goodness for old Christmas movies. I attempted to eat but usually at this point everything is tasteless. My dad asked me how many times had I been sick on this particular holiday and which was the worse one. Hmmmm!!! Can’t really answer that one. They’ve all blurred together.
Except there was that Thanksgiving in Utah. The weather had turned several weeks earlier, and I was over my usual sickness. I remember it well. An old bishop from my days at the University of Alabama had moved out there to teach at BYU and asked me and my roommate over. It was wonderful. They had nine great kids, tons of good food, and the whole family sat down together to put together a 1,500-piece puzzle. It was hands down one of the best. Germany was pretty good as well, since again the weather had turned, and I was over being sick. But you know, other than those two, I have been sick each year at Thanksgiving.
So I think next year (since I’ll probably still be in Alabama), I’ll have Thanksgiving a bit early or a bit later. Maybe I can psyche out my semi-yearly aliment (yes, I get it every year in March or April when the weather turns again), which messes up Easter, which is a whole ‘nother irritation.
Isn’t it weird that someone can “plan” on being sick???
What a bummer, Terri. But I'm glad you'll be over it for the real important winter holiday -- Christmas.
ReplyDeleteYou said, "Maybe I can psyche out my semi-yearly ailment." Don't laugh. Maybe you can. I recall how disgusted I was with my doctor told me that my 'morning sickness' during my first pregnancy was all in my mind. Yet I had it less and less each time, until from my fourth pregnancy on I was never bothered. I wonder if it could be possible that life has been so good to me because I expected it to be. I am intrigued, but was not truly sold on the 'Secret' of how we attract the things to ourelves that we think about most. Then the other day I read in LDS Gems or the other one, a quote from President David O. McKay; "Nothing fortells futurity like the thoughts over which we brood."
It just might work to pretend you never get sick, to be happy in that idea, give thanks for such a healthy body, and see what happens. I doubt it could make you much sicker than you describe. And who knows? Happy Easter?
Aren't our bodies interesting, though? Sometimes you just have to give in and give thanks for time off.
ReplyDeleteI'll be thinking about you this springs.
That is awful to miss every Thanksgiving. What a bummer. I feel for you. That is one of my favorite holidays and you miss it every year.
ReplyDeleteThe mind definately has it over the body so next year, on November 1st, tell your body every day that you are not getting sick. Maybe that will help.