Surviving Sick: A Simply gal perspective 

I don’t get sick often. Sure, I might get a runny nose or headache here or there, but rarely do I get truly sick. 

And yet, it happens.

A few years ago, I began to notice certain things I did to help myself survive getting sick. It is my prayer they will be helpful to you. 

Prepare

We all know that you can’t truly predict when you will get sick or how sick you will get. We also all know that it happens. 

This is where the boy scout motto be prepared shows up in my life. 

  1.  I stay stocked up on relief medicine 

I always keep a bare minimum of relief medicine on hand: ibuprofen,  tylenol, bismal tabs or liquid (I prefer tabs), Imodium, and a cough drops.

2. I stay stocked up on (ahem) relief items

Saltine crackers being #1. If I can’t keep anything else down, I can manage to eat that. I keep chicken noodle soup, chicken broth and a few things of Gatorade in my kitchen. 

Outside of food, I try to keep soft nasal tissues, a supply of toliet paper (please do yourself a favor and don’t just buy the cheapest stuff you can find.) and my tablet are my essentials. 

A few other things that also help is to always keep an extra blanket in your bedroom (for ahem..accidents), and keep the garbage can in your bedroom emptied regularly (please don’t make me explain why).

Extend Yourself some Grace

And one day, it will hit. You will find yourself sick.

The biggest tip I can give you is this: give yourself grace. So what if dishes get behind. So what if stay in jammies all weekend. You’re Sick!

I also suggest this: swallow your pride. 

I live alone, and have been on my own for the most part of 3 years. I had to learn the hard way that I needed to swallow down some humble pie and let my friends help me. 

If a friend offers to bring you some Gatorade & you need it, accept the offer. You can always pay the kindness back. 

And Rest. Preach. I was the World’s Worst at not letting myself rest until when I got sick until 2 yrs ago. I had a terrible scare with stomach issues (more than just a virus) and found myself doubling over and trying to clean my floors. My phone rang, and a coworker was checking on me since I had had tests at the hospital that day. It was as if she could see through the phone as she asked “You aren’t trying to clean, are you?”

I realized I was being stupid trying to do So much. 

It goes back to my statement that you need to extend yourself some grace. Not resting probably increased the recovery time for my major stomach issue…and left me weak. 

The Aftermath

My number one routine for after I’ve been sick is to strip down my bed, disinfect spray that booger, and wash my pillows in warm water. 

I also wipe all door knobs, light switches, and remote controls with disinfectant wipes.

The biggest thing I do after being sick is to stock back up for next time.  

What things do you do for sick days?

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30 Days of Thanks: Day 1

For several years now, I have posted on social media either via Facebook or Instagram a daily thing for which I am thankful for during the month of November. Though I will follow posting that way again this year as well, I have also taken it upon myself to blog about each thing as well.

Part of my inspiration is from Steve of courageouschristianfather.com. In 2014, he blogged about his 30 days of thanks. The other part of this inspiration is that sometimes, there is so much more to say than be conveyed in a picture of a brief status.

Day 1: The Marvelous Grace given by Jesus Christ

Nothing I have- or ever shall have.. will I ever be more grateful for than I am for the saving, marvelous grace given by Jesus Christ.

And it is in Grace ALONE. I might *try* to do good things for people (and I do) and I might try to give to help those in need (and I do as much as I can). But even if I crawled upon my belly in the pourest villages of the world would I ever for one moment be able to earn God’s Grace. It is undeserved, yet freely given.

Recapping my Grace Day

I wrote a post in July recapping the day that I came into a true saving relationship with Christ Jesus. Here

 

It’s Monday, and Sunday is over

The alarm dishovels my sleep and I wake knowing three things: it’s Monday, it’s time to get ready for work and Sunday is over.

Sunday, it’s so easy to be focused on God and His blessings, His magnificent mercy. Sunday, it’s easy to meditate on God’s Holy Word and furl His praises loud. 

But Monday? Monday means our weekend break is over and we return again to the mundane March of work and life. 

Monday means bills come, doctors appointments need to be made, and the faucet is leaking.. again.

Providence in Prayer

Pray. Stressed? Pray. Rejoicing? Pray. Had to ask your child for the thirtieth time to finish getting ready? Pray.

It doesn’t have to come on bended knee or in some ceremony. It can be whispers of, “Lord, I need You” as you restart your computer for the 3rd time. Prayer is simply conversation with God Most High…our Father.

Yes, I do know not everyone was blessed or is blessed to have the kind of Daddy I have. I can talk to Daddy about anything and I do mean anything. There are only two rules for when I talk to Daddy: (1) whatever I say or talk about I must say respectfully & (2) I must be willing to listen not only talk.

Prayer is the same for me. I talk to God about anything and everything. My pain, a sick friend, a lost watch, a family mourning, my want for a queen sized bed, forgiveness of sins or just in thanks. 

But I can’t just talk. I must listen. I must cup the ears of my thoughts to His Holy Scriptures. I must bend my heart to the words from a Godly Pastor. And in listening, I must obey.

I was only 12. Daddy had told me so many times to be careful around the cellar. One hot day, I didn’t listen to that. In pure fiesty stubbornness, I was playing in the cellar until I felt the distinct singe of metal cut through my foot.

I thought it would be fine. Until I could clearly see the peppering of rust on the lid I had embedded into my foot. I would have to tell Daddy.

Lovingly, my Daddy took me to get a tetanus vaccine and have the two inch gash flushed out. But once I got home, I got a whipping.

Mondays (And many other days) need prayers

Daddy didn’t love me any less because of that moment. Quite honestly, it taught me that maybe just maybe Daddy did know best.

God is much the same. Yes, we will rebel and end up peppered in sin. But GOD is faithful to forgive when we repent and come talk to Him. More than my precious Daddy..or your Mom or Aunt or best friend… GOD truly knows best. 

Sunday is over and Monday is upon us. And God is waiting to hear from you, HIS son..HIS daughter. HIS child. 

Walked Through

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People Can be Mean (or rude, or cruel, or fillintheblank)

I work in phone Customer Service. 40+ hours a week, I get to talk with and try to help people from all over the United States. SOme are very polite and will even thank me for my help, while others simply want their question answered and will hang up. A few others might be short and a bit rude. And yes, I will get those very, very few that will yell and cuss.

I went into the workforce nearly 25 years ago. When I started my Daddy took the time to pass some of his wisdom along to me. One of those things that he told me was this:

“Be Kind. You never know what someone has just walked through, is walking through, or is about to walk through.”

 

We all Hurt

Isn’t that true? We can all sit and tell our stories and memories of hurts. And hurt-people can sometimes hurt people.

Ever have a bad day and snap at someone unintentionally? We probably all have. I know I have, at least.

Ephesians 4:32 states, “Be kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving each other, just as God in Christ also has forgiven you.”

Daddy was right (yes, I admit it). We don’t know what people are going through that may have created the reaction that we see or hear. But we can choose to be Kind, and show them love and grace through Christ JESUS.