The Itchies by Nannette Croce

Tough day to write a gratitude post. Over the past couple of weeks I’ve developed some form of dermatitis––itchy red bumps––and now the medication I just started taking has me so lethargic that typing on my laptop feels more like running a marathon. And did I mention it’s my day to pay bills?

I am searching long and hard for something to feel grateful about.

Oh sure, there’s the usual stuff. I mean mild dermatitis isn’t exactly a terminal disease.There are medications to make me feel better. Yeah, yeah.

One reason the mildest malfunctioning of my body brings me down is that I am normally very healthy. At the doctor’s the other day my blood pressure reading was so low the nurse took it twice. For me, a bad day is when I can’t start with a workout at the gym or my power walk. At 54 I still take the stairs two at a time. I’m used to feeling good––really good. So while a backache or even a cold may be a minor inconvenience to someone who usually feels mediocre or worse, it leaves me feeling irritable and chomping at the bit to not just do, but enjoy, my normal activities.

I hate feeling bad because I usually feel so good.

Hmm. I guess this did just turn into a gratitude post.