we went viral

i have new appreciation for the trendy phrase 'go viral.'  by definition, it means, 'to spread rapidly among a population by being frequently shared by individuals.'

over the last couple of weeks, our family went old school viral. we just straight up got nasty sick. the kind where you're in the fetal position, begging for mercy, going to the 'bad place' and wondering if you'll ever function as a part of society again.  this blog post proves i have indeed rejoined the human race, and that my serial diagnoses of ebola, brain tumor and 'death virus' were happily inaccurate.

i am blogging this purely for remembrance sake.

'remember that time our carefree cabin vacation was just a precursor to 2 weeks of terror, bloodshed and death wishes?'
'remember when we were both reduced to tears and moans from the headache to end all headaches?'
'hey, hon, ya know that week we thrice went to the ER and required assistance to bathe?'

i literally didn't have the energy to be jealous of all the cute people participating in society on facebook over the 'lovely' labor day weekend.  that should tell you something.

but, seriously. God is trying to send us some sort of message, and i honestly don't want to miss it.  so far i have this:

1) Megan. You were training for a half marathon and even being a decent wife and mom and thought you had it all going on.  Then I struck you with my special virus and you now find yourself weak, needy and indeed very human.  Do you think you might finally grasp that you do nothing on your own power? That it's by me, through me and from me that you receive all things?
2) Smitty.  You were only struck with physical illness.  I didn't even wreak havoc on your financial (ER bills pending), emotional, familial, or spiritual state.  I could have, but I didn't because I'm gracious.  Can you imagine if I did? You would certainly survive, but just imagine my omnipotent abilities.  In case you forgot, I. AM. GOD.
3) Meg. Did it ever occur to you that when you were at your lowest (3 AM. puke bucket. head throbbing. OR...... ER. 2 gurneys. wailing infant. unable to care for her or my sick husband.), that I met you there? And guess what? I might even like you most with your puke bucket and your helplessness.  You're a lot more attractive there than when you're flexing your human muscles at me begging me to look at how 'supermom' you are.  When you are weak, you finally allow me to show you my real strength.  And you don't like to be weak very often, Megan.  You should try it more often.

Sincerely,
--God of your virus

These are all just initial thoughts in the acute post-illness phase, but I imagine there is truth here.
In the mean time, I am going to enjoy waking up in the morning, sitting up and playing with my kids, preparing food for my family and cleaning up after them, and breathing the air outside....because it's so much fresher than the indoor stuff.