Artistry and Illness

I’m still sick. I’m so tired of being tired, of coughing, of not being able to talk very much, of taking vinegar and 7 pills a day. Ah… so glad I got that off my chest. Besides feeling icky, I’m having a pretty good day. I woke up happier today and I think its cause I slept later. But maybe it’s just a better day then yesterday.
I also woke up feeling both creative and hungry. So I had grits and cheese and that made it a good day too. Cooking grits didn’t totally satisfy my creative bent and I wanted to make something else. That something else happened to be cornbread. Southern cornbread, not the stuff outa the box. Southern corn bread is chewy and buttery and not like eating cake. It’s also not nasty like Cracker Barrel’s corn bread. I told Mom that I was feeling the need for an artistic fling and she told me I was going to have to bury my artistic fling and save it for another day. =( It just so happened that our artistic urges collided on the same day. I know this because she had already claimed the oven for her homemade yogurt (hence the burying) and I saw her making soap earlier.
I still felt the urge to make something so I made chicken and dumplings, mainly because I’ve never had them and wanted to know how they taste. I kinda deviated from the recipe, but then, that’s what makes it an artistic fling. Now I still feel the need to do something and I think I know what. The bathroom up here in the bonus room needs lots of help and it prolly would kill the remnant of artistry in me.
The thing about being sick is how conscience it makes me of my humanity. I can’t eat icecream because I don’t feel well. I can’t talk with out coughing. It makes me focus very much on my abilities and limitations, essentially, I focus on my self. This is why sick people are whiny. All we do is feel ill and there’s nothing we can do about it but we think about it anyway, and personally, thinking about myself doesn’t make me very happy.
So I’m trying not to and I saw several things on yahoo that made me realize again the things that are more important then a cough. There’s the earth quake in Haiti that left thousands or millions dead. Why is that when we read things like that, it doesn’t really effect us beyond, “wow that’s awful”. As if, only tragedy in the United States is really tragedy. I also saw the Republican Party already has a new president picked out for 2012. Hm. We won’t go there I think.
Today every time I wonder if it’s a good day, I know it is because I’m alive. Also because I’m not going to the dentist like my boyfriend.
I’ve also decided that I may need to find another part time job. I hope God feels that way too. :) I thought maybe teaching piano lessons or cleaning or one of those girly jobs. Anyone who has a bright AND good idea for my, speak! :)
So Ryan, I’m not going to draw all this into one great moral thought on love and randomness. Today, this post is just about life, here and now and I’ll let you look for the lesson.
From me and my germs to you and yours, my friends ~ Sonya