A comedian once made a post on social media just reminding the viewer to swallow. Think about having a sore throat, think of that sore throat and what you would do to not suffer with each swallow,
now swallow, and be grateful for it, as grateful as you might have been were you sick.
I do my best to think that way even while sick, and right now, I am a bit sick. As it turns out I have gout, not a particularly bad case of gout, but enough to be made to limp twice in a year.
It’s my first chronic illness, and as far as that goes, it’s not the worst one. Weirdly, there are 2 other men with gout close in my family, but none of us three are related by blood, only by marriage. Odd.
I was a jackrabbit the past few days, helping Abby with anything she needed, running about, in the shop, walking the dogs; doing it all. Now I limp, and Abby helps me with things. I do not like this shift one bit. I want to be the one helping. She’s already done it all and is doing it all. Abby deserves better.
So once I’m up and about and able to help Abby without wincing at my great toe, I’ll give thanks for the painelssness of it.