That’s Dutch for “sick”.  I am.  Dizzy, nauseous, stuffed in the nose.

There are two things I think about.  The first is “What medical help is available?”  In that realm, I visited my pharmacist today.  Keysha is brilliant.  I returned home with Paracetamol for my headache, Kaloban for general cold symptoms, and Physiomer Express for my closed nasal passages.

I know how often to take these things and for how long.  I’ve done my due diligence.

But there is so much more to the story.

I am faced with a marvelous challenge.  It’s easy for me to be good to people when my world is rolling along merrily … but what about now?

The body is struggling and the typical “go to” is to draw inward, to compress, to isolate.  What if I instead blossomed to other human beings?  Let the discomfort sit there (treating it “scientifically”) but be bigger than that.

And so I did.

I continued loving the people I passed on the street, especially the old woman sitting on a piece of cardboard with her begging cup.  She was there as I headed to the grocery store and still sitting as I walked home.

I thanked Keysha for her expertise and care, even as my mind stumbled through the details of medications.

I returned the kindness of the woman sitting at the next table in Panos.  She moved her bag so I could exit more easily.  I said “Dank u” and smiled.

My life force was low as I padded my way through the streets.  You could say the quantity of love coming off me was diminished, along with its frequency … but it was there.

So I was up to a lovely challenge

I gave what I could

And took my meds