Gifts and Curses

When I really think about it, that stomach flu I had a few weeks ago could've been a blessing. It wouldn't normally look like that on the surface, but it could've been a good thing for me. Wait, don't go anywhere. Let me explain why. Maybe you'll agree afterwards. It was literally the worst physical pain I've been in for the last few years of my life. I realize that's a bad start to explain why it could've been a good thing, but it's an important step in my logic. Or maybe it's an important step that defies the logic I'm going for. Either way, I think it's an important step.

Before I had the flu, I was having a lot of stomach issues. It seemed like I couldn't get them fixed either. I tried different medications, different foods and nothing. I seemed to be broken entirely. That's a little worrisome when you're still just shy of a quarter century old. I've got a long way to go, hopefully.

Once that flu hit and my entire body was emptied of everything, things started looking up. My stomach was bad for even a few days after I recovered, sure, but these past few days I've been back to what I would describe as "normal." My stomach has always been different from everyone else's (based on what they tell me, anyway), but it's finally back in a stage that I can recognize what's going on inside of me.

And that's a whole lot of description for only one real reason. Sometimes the worst things in our lives happen to help us. Sometimes what it takes to set things right again is not a little wind but a strong hurricane. If we can remember this, fights with loved ones could be good things. Trouble with jobs could be a positive thing.

And even the stomach flu could be out to help us in the long run.