This Christmas there was some sickness going around. Tina, Luke, and Jill were all pretty sick.
As I sat at Tina's house, she said something along the lines of, "I sure hope you don't get sick" and I said, "oh it's just a cold", then Ted said something profound (per usual haha). He said something like, "it's easy to say that when you're not sick!"
The next day, as I was driving back home from Canada my throat was really starting to hurt, and I knew I was getting sick. Turns out, I got pretty sick. Sicker than I had been in a looooong time. I was quite sick for about 12+ days, and finally went to urgent care on day 10 I think. I got diagnosed with bronchitis, and came home with an inhaler and some other OTC medicines.
I kept thinking about what Ted said "easy to say it's just a cold when you're not sick".
Now the question: "Was it worth it?" If I know how sick I would get, would I have skipped the festivities?
Funny enough, I really do feel like it was still worth it. That's how much I love being with my family:)
Now obviously there's a limit. If I had become so sick that I had died, the answer would be "no" haha.
But it made me think...my family is definitely worth 12+ days of a miserable, painful, depressing, lingering head cold. I guess I really do love them💗
I'm not sure if I would have felt the same while I was laying feverish in my bed ringing in the new year though;) JK















































