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Our family went down like dominoes last week with a stomach bug. First Seth, then Todd, then me and finally Riley. The night it was my turn, I kept waking, sweaty and nauseous. Every time I woke up, I tried to take my mind off how I felt by deliberately seeking things to be grateful for.
I know this is just a stomach bug. It will be gone in a couple of days.
Looking around the room, in the glow of the hall light, I saw the door.
Hinges. I am grateful for hinges. Thank you for doors and for whoever invented them.
HT snored next to me.
Thank you for him. I know I could wake him and he would comfort me. I won’t, but I could. Thank you.
I’d fall back asleep, and rouse a couple of hours later.
I’d start to panic, nausea is a trigger for me, but then…
Thank you for running water. Thank you for toilets that flush.
Thank you for this warm house.
I went downstairs on the couch, not wanting to disturb Todd with my tossing and turning.
Thank you for this pillow and this blanket.
I turned on the TV.
Thank you for TIVO and for cable to help me take my mind off how I feel.
I watched two episodes of Sex and the City.
Honestly I forgot to be thankful for anything else after that, but it was a pretty good run.
Five days since the first O’Neil fell, we’re back in the saddle.
And I’m thankful.