I dispatch this from under the covers of my own bed.  Fever and chills broke, I’m now left with a runny nose and a hacking cough.  Having slept in five different beds (all very comfortable!) in a little over three weeks, I can tell you that especially when you’re sick, there is no place like home!

The familiar, my surroundings, knowing where everything is that I might need and not worrying that I might spread this to someone else in the household is comforting. Since my husband and I started this virus on the same day and he’s doing better, I have to assume there is a light at the end of the tunnel for me too.  

Home is so much more than the physical dwelling I occupy.  It’s the routine, the foods I typically eat, when I do what, and the gaps of time left for thinking. All these bring normalcy to my everyday life.  I need this like the air I breathe.  When I don’t have it, it’s like being held under water; I can only hold my breath so long before I gasp for air and start to take water into my lungs… not a pleasant prospect.

Being out of my home environment too long can be like that for me.  It’s almost like going on a vacation that’s a bit too long.  At first, it’s wonderful, then it’s still fun, then you start to miss the familiarity of home, then you start to count the days till you get back into your routines.  I can do it and even enjoy it, but there comes a tipping point where the fun starts to compete with my basic need for self-care and just plain quiet, down time… things I get most easily in my own home.   

Since I’ve been sick three out of the last four Christmases, I have to question how I can do things differently so I don’t continue to get the same results.  As I look back over the last three weeks, I enjoyed every minute of it, so it would be hard to eliminate any part of it.  However, my body tells me that something needs to change.  Fortunately, I have approximately 300 days to figure it out.

In the meantime, I will try to keep the shivers at bay, eat my chicken soup, drink plenty of fluids and pray that I’ll soon be on the other side of this.  At least I’m in my own bed to recuperate… and I reiterate with certainty, “there is no place like home!”

~Zanne

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