Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Matthew 6:34
Sunday was just one of those days for me. It actually started last week and came to a head on Sunday.
The good news is that I’m back to work. The bad news I picked up the co-worker creeping crud during my first week on the job.
My first assignment from the temp driving agency had me retrieving new trucks from dealerships. The trucks had a cab and a frame. That’s it. The company I was driving for puts whatever the customer who bought the truck wants on the frame to make it functional.
That means I was in a minivan for half the day with another driver. It’s not like I can’t get along with someone else for that period of time. We actually got along quite well since we’re both quiet.
On Tuesday Dennis coughed a few times and mentioned that his son had a bad cough and wouldn’t take anything for it. On Wednesday he complained about his chest hurting when he sneezed. Fortunately Thursday was a short day or he probably wouldn’t have made it through it.
I developed a cough on Friday while at my next assignment. On Saturday’s assignment I didn’t feel well, but I got through it. I stopped and picked up an assortment of cough syrups and various lozenges to prepare for the inevitable.
I was so chilled when I went to bed I stayed in multiple layers and set my electric blanket to 8. I woke up a half hour later drenched in sweat. I took one layer off and moved the control to 3. I spent twelve hours in bed.
The cough commenced when I stood up. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and ate half of it. Next thing I knew I was stretched across the couch taking a nap. At one in the afternoon I finished the bowl of cereal that was still on the table.
Most of the day I fluctuated between chills and sweat. I must have chosen the best syrup for this cough because it didn’t get as bad as Dennis’s cough.
I watched the Cowboys lose the game on a controversial call (Dez had control of that catch). Then went through another round of sweating profusely. No, not because of the game. I don’t think it was from that. Anyway.
I finally began to feel human again after I ate a bowl of soup for supper. I also had a piece of chocolate. Yeah, I know I’m really sick when I don’t even want to eat chocolate.
Next week’s assignment has me driving for a company called Shuttle X. I just hope I don’t get stuck shuttling with another sicky. Unemployment is beginning to sound a lot better all the time.
Jesus was right when He told us each day would have enough trouble of its own. Why does it seem some days have more than their fair share?
I’m supposed to record the narration for my storybook app. I hope this doesn’t turn into a full-blown cold. I think people will feel cheated when they hear, “Hab you heard ob da herd dat cabe to da awk? Day fowd it witout noing whewe Noah had pawked.”
Yes, your prayers are very much appreciated and encouraged, Hint Hint.
Keep smiling in spite of your troubles. Wade