Sick of Being Sick

I'm so sick of being sick.  This illness is getting a little ridiculous.  I am on antibiotics, but I don't think they're working.  I asked Jon Mark if he thought that perhaps I was given a placebo pack of antibiotics.  He laughed and said no, but that it appeared if I had been given a placebo, then they're having the opposite affect on me.    I will spare any reader of this blog all of my complaining and reserve any complaining I have left to be exclusively for my husband (haha, lucky him).  Maybe not, if he qualifies as a reader of this blog...  Needless to say, it's NOT fun having a coughing cold/sinus infection after having just had a c-section (ouch!).

Anyway, as I was contemplating my horrible situation, drowning myself in the depths of self-pity, I realized something.  This illness had driven me to my knees to beg Heavenly Father for relief.  It had driven me to ask for a priesthood blessing.  Perhaps in midst of my recently hectic life-full-of-change, I had forgotten the Lord.  My routine scripture study had gotten lost in the transition.  Even my sleep-deprived prayers were lacking sustenance.  I recognized the need for repentence.  

In spite of this, the Lord continues to be gracious to our family.  Jon Mark has graduated well, we have parents who have been very supportive and generous, we have a baby who has a very mild genetic disorder (if she has it at all) when doctors didn't really know quite what we should expect prior to her birth, the move went smoothly and the men and kids arrived safely, we are hopeful about employment opportunities, Jon Mark and I have a wonderful relationship, the kids are safe and happy, and life is good.  Thankfully we live in a time when modern medicine is readily available, and for the most part, I can conclude that this illness is temporary (even if it doesn't feel that way currently).  Someday I will feel better...