No marriage minute this week. Trust me, you wouldn’t want to see me on video right now. Here’s why —
As you all know, I quit my job at the end of February to become a social media and online marketing consultant. Since then, there has been one thing after another trying to bring me down. A couple of good friends have said, “you must be doing something right because clearly the devil is on the attack.” After last week, I think believe them.
It wasn’t too long after I quit my job that Casey began feeling sick. A couple weeks later he was diagnosed with mono. Him being sick had worn me down emotionally and physically. I felt unsupported and overwhelmed with all that needed to be done to keep the house and my new business running, but that was just the beginning.
Last week started out great. Casey was finally getting his energy back.
Then I started feeling sick. I was waking up in the middle of the night dizzy and couldn’t get back to sleep. This is something that I would just ignore, but Casey wouldn’t. He called and scheduled me an appointment with the doctor.
But the day before my doctor’s appointment we had a family emergency of sorts which led to unexpected house guests. My sister and her 12 and 3 year old packed what they could and came for a visit. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family, and I am so very thankful that they are here with us, but I was clearly not prepared for the invasion of kiddos. I was trying my best to welcome them with open arms, but I could see my monster of a to-do list growing rapidly.
Thursday I took a trip to the doctor. She assured me that I didn’t get mono from Casey. It was likely an inner-ear issue that would go away on its own, but she wanted to do blood work just to be sure. That’s great news! What we would we do with our menagerie if I came down with mono too? Plus, I had just found out that I was going to have jury duty the next day.
Friday morning I took off to jury duty after a long day Thursday and little sleep the night before. After a couple hours of waiting, they dismissed me. Plea deal. Praise God!
Friday afternoon I got the results of my blood work back from the doctor. NOT what I wanted to hear. You – have – MONO!
What?! Not me! I don’t get mono. I don’t have time for mono.
So I didn’t make time for it. I continued to keep the house up. Continued to play with girls. Continued to work. Continued to the grocery store. Continued to the Buttercup Festival.
I wasn’t tired. But I was dizzy. And grouchy. And irritated. And I’m sure, not fun to be around.
I don’t think I’m quite out of that funk yet either, unfortunately for my family. Having mono is really hard to accept for a girl like me. I’ve tried to get to bed earlier, lie down more, and have even been taking a 2-hour nap in the afternoon.
Apparently, that isn’t going to cut it. According to everyone in my life, I need to drop everything, sleep all day, and pray the plates don’t fall. And when they do fall and shatter on the ground into a million pieces, which they will, I need to ignore it and keep sleeping. I guess I’ll work on that.
I know God is trying to teach me that He is in control and I just need to let go and trust Him, but I’m in no mood for a lesson. Is that so wrong?
Side Note: Thank you to everyone that has been so supportive and encouraging during this time. If it weren’t for my amazing friends and family, I would not have been able to make it out of last week with my sanity intact. You are a blessing!