Wednesday, October 28, 2009
I am sick...
Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.
I cought this horrible flu bug and it has stolen away three days of my life so far. I am laid up and useless, my body is so tired, but my mind longs to get up and seek out activity and interaction. I cried this morning out of sheer frustration because my it took so much concentration to make a phone call, to move myself into the office and pick up the phone, but things still need to be done. There are dishes to wash, laundry to fold, and of course I need to take care of myself. All I want to do is run out into the street and scream because I feel shackled by these aching muscles. "When the desire cometh, it is the tree of life..."