My husband came down with Covid a couple of days ago. Just like I predicted, I can’t really tell if I am having symptoms or not. I had a bad migraine today and other than that everything feels usual. My body aches a little. I have drainage because of my allergies. Finally, I feel cold. I’m always cold. However, this time is one of times when I feel more than cold. My body feels hypothermic. I’m so cold that I can’t think of anything else. The only thought that keeps going through my mind over and over again is “I’m cold.”
It hurts to be this cold. It feels like a cool burning sensation that starts at the top of the skin and goes all the way down to the bones. The worst part is I don’t know when it will end. Most people would say to turn on a heater, put on a sweater, and get under some blankets. I do that, but the cold remains. It isn’t about a cold temperature outside my body, but one inside of my body. It would be like telling someone with a fever to take off all their clothes and stand in front of a fan.
I didn’t want to write today. I didn’t think I could concentrate enough, but during times like these I want to share how dreadful I feel. Sometimes life isn’t great. Sometimes I’m so cold, I don’t know how I am going to get though the next hour. In those times, I have faith. I put all this freezing and shaking in God’s arms and I know that He isn’t going to abandon me. I might be cold all through the night, but He’s going to be there to guide me through that long dark night. I don’t hope He will. I know He will.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
