As I begin to write, I chuckle because at 46 years old,
I have the chicken pox.
What? Yes, you read that correctly,
I have the pox.
I am miserable, I am so itchy that I want to use brillo pads
on my skin.
I am a mess. I am covered. Here is the weird thing,
I have them from my jaw line down.
not one mark on my face, Praise God, and
my kiddos do not have them.
How on earth did I get the chicken pox.
I had them the first time when I was 18 and had to
miss my senior prom.
I had them so bad, they were down my throat,
I felt like I couldn't breathe, so
I had to go to the ER.
I remember being so sad about
missing my prom.
Now I am 46 and I have the pox again.
How is that possible?
This week my kiddos started school and
I am home alone.
I had other plans for this free time but
I have been thrown a curve ball...
I am just grateful that no one else in my little family
has them and
I have some alone time to rest
and get well.