Sunday, March 18, 2012
i dreamt i was holding an old carpet bag. with two long sticks for handles, an intricate embroidery pattern on the outside. it was waxed canvas, heavy. inside were my intestines, my stomach, my innards. warm and organized. do we have everything? all accounted for. well, then, let's go. i woke up and threw up for the next six hours.
i think these times of sick are the most telling of who you are, who you are with. we spent four days in a petri dish of gross bodily functions and yet there was so much beauty in between it all. like my mom coming to be our nurse for two days. like bryan helping me in the middle of the night when he was still in the throes of it because i couldn't get to both sick kids at the same time (beds needing to be stripped and washed, all at once.) like my family letting me sleep through my worst of it, my mom bringing me the baby to nurse when needed. like the way the first sips of chicken broth taste when they actually stay down. like waking up on the other side with at least the knowledge that everything in the house is sanitized and you've lost six pounds.
it's time to fold laundry, to get out in the sunshine, rehydrate.
i feel like planting something.
i feel like swimming in the ocean.
i feel like i should celebrate more than i do.
i also feel like taking a nap.
Posted by krista at 4:59 PM