Triage

A week ago Monday, I began to feel slightly sick. Tuesday, I had Evening in Excellence and my part of the program was important to the overall effectiveness of the evening and couldn't be delegated, so I said a prayer that I'd be well so I could perform my responsibilities. Tuesday I felt great. The Evening in Excellence was nice and I was able to do my part.

Wednesday morning I awoke feeling like I'd been run rover with a steam roller. Unfortunately, the steam roller kept rolling over me and over me and over me. Other than being a decoration on the couch, I was utterly useless. By Friday, I was feeling so sick that if B wouldn't have taken me to the doctor, I felt I would have needed an ambulance to get there. The doctor prescribed antibiotics and by Friday night, I knew I would live. However, I was still an exhausted couch decoration Saturday, Sunday and Monday.

Monday, however, I had to work on a project I took on for Relief Society (remind me next time that there is such a word as "no" in the English language). The YW had agreed to help the Relief Society with their Super Saturday by doing some decorative bags. I spent the sum total of my energy Monday and part of Tuesday staring mutely at my Cricut as it whirred away, one tiny cut at a time, with me too exhausted to do much else.

Tuesday, I realized, too late to delegate away, I had a meeting in St. George as a representative of the Middle School community counsel, so I went, praying that I could get through the meeting and that I wouldn't crash, faint or throw up. Those prayers were heard. I kept motoring through the rest of the day: a YW presidency meeting, recommend interviews and our YW service project for the Relief Society.

It is hard when one finally gives up the appearance of a couch decoration because then everyone, maybe even one's self, decides one is well. Like a then six-year old T said to me when I was a couch decoration during a time in my last pregnancy, "Mom, when your feet hit the floor, you have a lot of work to do around here." Well, my feet have hit the floor this time and, yes, there's a lot of work to do around here.

I decided if my feet had really hit the floor that I should try to calm the chaos that has arisen not just from the time I've been sick but residual chaos from my working at my mother's house and, let's face it, residual chaos-squared that was already extant. I have made a few dents in the chaos, maybe like little fly-speck size dents, and I realize that I am not quite ready to be a woman-of-all-work quite yet. So maybe I can alternate between a little couch time and a little staggering around and tidying.

The only thing wrong with that picture is I am to give a presentation on Sunday during Sunday School about the book I made for my in-laws on Shutterfly. Luckily I already made up the handout before I got sick but I still need to finalize a few things before Sunday. So wish me luck as I stagger from thing to thing that needs to be done around here, now that my feet have hit the floor.