Sometimes life has a way of knocking us off our feet.
That's exactly what happened to me a week and a half ago when I caught this nasty flu bug that's going around. It was bad. I don't remember ever feeling that sick. A fever of over 102, sore muscles and body aches, chills, lightheadedness, and just plain old weakness... it was bad.
And I felt as though I couldn't do anything.
I went from sleeping in my bed to my living room couch to my living room floor, and back again to my bed. That was my routine. For about eight days.
I didn't even do work -- I just rested. I needed to give myself and my body enough time to recover.
And I discovered one thing to be true: I need help from other people.
I need help while I'm well, but while I was ill, I needed other people... to take care of Aiden, to bring me groceries, to bring me medicine, to check in on me from time to time to make sure that I was okay.
I may be strong. But I'm not invincible. And I need help from other people.
We all do.