There is a saying, “I was so sick, I was afraid I wasn’t going to die.” I’ve been feeling that way for the past couple of days.
I don’t know if I’m in the eye of the storm, if the medication is taking effect or if I’m better. But I am grateful for feeling halfway decent.
For those of you who have been following my recent posts, you know that my mother died last month. I was able to travel from California to New Jersey to join my brother Dave at her side before she passed away. The ensuing whirlwind of activity, including burial, religious services, and cleaning out her apartment kept my Dave and me busy for two and a half weeks. It wasn’t until I got on the plane back to California did I get physically ill. As soon as I got home, I saw my doc who confirmed that I had the flu.
I am surprised that I haven’t been feeling grief. I’m still numb. Grief is the ‘flu’ of feelings. I’ve heard that grief is to sadness as a cold is to the flu. Perhaps it is easier for me to experience the physical illness than the psychic flu.