An Eyesore

Literally.  I thought I'd take a quick minute to post for a couple of reasons.  1.  You need to understand that we have not fallen off the face of the earth.  2.  It is in my best interest for me to acknowlege "teaching moments" that my loving God utilizes to remind me that I am not in charge. 

I'm home today.  "Sick."  Except not really sick.  I'm not supposed to get sick.  I let little kids cough in my face all day and touch me with their grubbly little snot laden fingers and I don't get sick.  I feel fine.  I would rather be at work.  Except that I can't go to work with one eye that is nearly swollen shut and fire-engine red.  I have pinkeye.  Just the same as every kindergartner will experience this year.  Staying home for me is just as frustrating as it is for every kindergarten parent who can't go to work because their child has a silly little, extremely contagious, eye infection.  I shouldn't be surprised. . . Logan picked it up Friday, we wrestled with eye drops over the weekend.  For a brief  minute three times a day he hated me.  Now he's better.  So, a silly little common occurrence rocked my world for a little bit this morning.

Despite my efforts to wash my hands copiously and avoid touching my face, at some point my defense fell apart, and now I have a red, painful swollen eye.  It is preventing me from seeing patients today (it's preventing me from seeing anything at times).  I can't cover it up.  I can't wear makeup.  I can't "cheat" and run errands today.  So here I am, feeling a little bit vain.

And I have a confession.  I'm in the attic.  I snuck up before the kids got up.  The babysitter is downstairs taking great care of them.  They have no idea I'm home. My day has been extremely productive thus far with all of the silly little paperwork/online submission/ really just piles up on my desk and never gets done tasks.  And its quiet.  And for the first time in far too long its just me with my thoughts, thanking God for this wonderful blessing of a day away from patients (we'll call it my admin time that people speak of and of which I am unfamiliar). I'm grateful for this little hiccup, courtesy of communicable disease, that was laced with a dose of humility, a lot of laughs at my silly face in the mirror, and this afternoon, a couple of bonus hours with the kids.

Hope you're having a great day today.  We are grateful for the rain (I had to sound it out to spell it, since its become an unfamiliar term) this morning.  I think I'll get to work on a pot of belly-warming soup.