Ugh (n.)

I laughed when I found that "ugh" is truly in the dictionary. It's definition? "Used to indicate the sound of a cough or grunt or to express disgust or horror." I laughed because that has defined the past three days... the days of the stomach flu. Not long ago, I was bragging to someone that I hadn't thrown up since elementary school... and where did I find myself on Saturday night? Hugging the porcelain throne. Ugh. I've been spending lots of time on our fabulous Craigslist couch watching all the options our non-cable TV has to offer, taking my temperature, and eating a little bit of applesauce here and there. I tend to get really frustrated after about 12 hours of illness... because I'm just not used to being cooped up in the house watching the weathermen talk about what a beautiful day it was and not experiencing it for myself. To top it off, the John Mayer concert that I've been looking forward to since December is tonight and I can't drag myself to it, so Jordan's taking a friend instead of me. Ugh.

Okay, enough whining. While I was sitting on our bathroom floor, I couldn't help but think about the last time I was in the kneeling posture. I've become rather obsessed with a blog (i.e. read it from the beginning in its archives... I know, a little crazy, but it reads like a book!) and at one point she talked about coming to our knees in prayer. So between waves of nausea, I spent some time praying on my knees. It was a really great time with God (and a great distraction). Made me wonder why I don't spend more time that way. There are so many things to be praying for and realistically, I have lots of time to do it. We all do, we're just all really good at making excuses; but don't get me started on that soap box. Anyway, enough said. Pray, okay?

I'll post another more interesting, less disgusting update in the near future. For now, ugh. :-)