483 Days

That's how many days it has been since I last took a drink, and for each of those days I am truly grateful. 483 days, almost sixteen months, of learning how to live with a disease that wants badly to be in control.

I woke up this morning about 1:30 covered in sweat but my skin felt cool to the touch. I got up and changed clothes and took my temperature--97.0 degrees. So I am sweating out something, just what that something is I have no clue. Yesterday afternoon my temperature was normal, I got my county health card, came home, napped and woke feeling a bit more normal. Last evening the fever started creeping up. The human body is truly mysterious, it can endure a lot of abuse and it sometimes sends us incredibly sensitive messages. My brain is not a good receptor and I often miss those messages, but these days I am at least trying to pay attention.

This morning I feel a bit jud in the head. Slept a bit later than I had expected. Had a cup of coffee, read my daily meditations and refused to listen to all the hateful, negative news reports on TV. So far, so good. God is willing and so am I and it's onward to day 484.