I spent much of today with a migraine. As migraines go, it was mild. I was able to function through the busy day with just a few doses of ibuprofen and a scowl that I hope wasn’t too obvious. But I still don’t enjoy migraines, or the dull,dazed, surreal feeling that follows. Colors are just a little wrong, and my eyes don’t seem to be connected to my brain with a good HDMI cable. It’s like everything is running through a filter.
But it did leave me a little thankful. Maybe not as thankful as I should be, but the last 18 days have trained my thought patterns. I am thankful. I am thankful for my health. I may be able to list off a dozen current health issues that I wish would just disappear, but my body is running pretty smoothly considering the work that it’s done so far in this world.
Like First World Problems, my health problems should remind me of how blessed I am. My back hurts due to that herniated disk? Mildly. I get migraines occasionally? Only rarely, and I have the luxury of staying in bed if I really need to. I damaged a tendon in my ankle so that it swells whenever I run? I live a life in which running is unnecessary. I suspect my adrenals and/or thyroid are not functioning properly? They’re functioning well enough to get me through daily life.
What if my problems get worse? What if I become the other example, the one of those I’m using now to remind myself that I should be grateful? Well, I’m grateful that God has not put me to that test, but I’m pretty sure there are things to be grateful for in each of those conditions as well.
When I was on my feet, big boisterous pleasures provided only fleeting satisfaction. In a wheelchair, satisfaction settles in as I sit under an oak tree on a windy day and delight in the rustle of the leaves or sit by a fire and enjoy the soothing strains of a symphony. These smaller, less noisy pleasures are rich because, unlike the fun on my feet, these things yield patience, endurance, and a spirit of gratitude, all of which fits me further for eternity.