In spite of the continuation of persistent coughing, i was able to enjoy Thankisgiving completely! Older daugfhter's famility invited me, my son and his housemate. Nice visit, great dinner, and an evening playing "trivial pursuit," which would be one of my favorite games if i played games. My car's brakelights are out and daughtert and grandson insisted on driving me home, along with at least two meals worth of leftovers.
The mucus running through my respiratory system is dragging me down to almost total exhaustion. Yesterday i totally surrendered to the tiredness ans spent the day doing absolutely nothing. Actually, i haven't done much in the last month, which is about how long this thing has dragged on. I've kept my voluteer committments and made it to a few twelve step meeting (and fed myself --that's about it.)
The mystic saints who have become my role models never seemed to let illness or discomfort interfere with their spiritual growth. Many of them seemed to flourish inspite or because of it.
Illness brings out my worst defects: autistic "stimming," self pity, self centeredness, and complaining. Only by the wildest stretch of imagination can i consider these as contributory to the discovery of my true self.