Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim
I took sick on Wednesday night. Not a cold sick, not even a feverish flu sick, or a yucky stomach-virus sick. This was a different sick.
About four in the morning I roused to nurse the baby and noticed that when I changed sides and turned my head I felt dizzy. I went back to sleep but by morning the vertigo was in full force. As soon as I stood up, the room started spinning and my stomach clutched with nausea. I was only able to stumble to my son’s room to wake him for school. I told him he had to get himself and his brother out the door without my help because I had to lie down. Then I went back to bed and just lay there, trying my best not to move my head at all. It was weird, scary, debilitating.
Now, I’m the kind of person who does not like to let stuff slow her down. I’ve been in my kitchen cooking and baking bread two days after having a baby. I walked around on a broken foot for three days before going to the doctor. It’s not in my nature to let something stop me, or to complain much when I am ill or hurting. Cut myself while peeling onions? Ouch, run it under cold water, slap on a bandage, and finish cooking dinner. So this was new. I was totally unable work through it. The moment I moved, the world started doing flip-flops and my stomach lurched. It was, in a word, misery. I couldn’t even get up to tell my husband I couldn’t get up. He wandered in after returning from fajr prayer and found me desperately clutching the bed, afraid to move. He knows that if I say I’m sick, I’m SICK, and if I say I can’t move, I’m not joking. He took the baby and left me to rest and took over running the household for the day, which is no small task. Customers would have to wait because he had food to dole out, diapers to change, fights to mediate – all that mommy stuff that he wanders around on the periphery of. MashaAllah, alhamdulillah, he jumped in and did what needed to be done.
Well, I don’t want to spend too much time in front of the computer, so I’ll go now and rest, but inshaAllah I’ll be back in a while and have something witty to say. Just don’t invite me on any merry-go-rounds for a while. Like ever.