I hate it when I miss church. I feel like I missed out on something really good like piece of chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream on the side and lots of toppings. Why do I always compare things to food?
I tried to wake up this morning when the alarm went off. I hit the snooze like 10 times. My head was pounding, my stomach hurt. I felt like I couldn’t move. Last night the headache began. I can always tell when it’ll be a bad one. Just a dull ache at first, then pain over my eyes, then feeling like more of a ditz than I already am. So the Topamax didn’t catch it this time. Most of the time it does.
I tried calling my friend from church after service to tell her what was going on. No answer. Tonight is our fellowship dinner. I was hoping I could make that, but I’m not getting any better. This is the life of a person with a chronic illness. Make plans, have to break them. Some friends understand, some don’t. Some family members get it, some don’t.
But I could be so much worse off. Really, I know because I was and because I know others who are. Thank You Jesus for my headache because I can still think. Thanks for my family and friends who care and understand and for those that don’t. More people to teach!
