Finding Yang

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
-Newton's Third Law of Motion

Tuesday was a bad day. I learned I had both a massive bacterial infection in the same hour that it was revealed I was physically no closer to a successful pregnancy than I was three years ago. I went home to my bed, which provided little comfort for my feverish, pain-wracked body. I took my atomic antibiotics, I drank liters of water. I wept for my ovaries who wished they had a better cache.

The rest of the week passed by and my body gradually healed. Friday came.

Friday was a good day. Friday was as good a day as Tuesday was bad. There were no peace treaties signed. No winning lottery numbers. No touching tales of human kindness. But it was a good day nevertheless.

I felt good. I don't mean, "I felt better". I mean, I had no idea I had been that sick. I felt a zenlike peace at work. Work didn't frustrate me. Co-workers didn't irritate me as frequently happened in the past. My body felt alive, energetic, healthy. I didn't suffer from the chronic exhaustion that always plagues me at 3pm. I didn't have those weird random aches in my body that I always passed off as "normal" in the past. I didn't cramp. I didn't feel weepy. I just felt good.

Also, we got two refund checks that we'd been eagerly anticipating. I had a marvelous bowl of seafood bisque for lunch. I got to hear the new song from Queens of the Stone Age (my favorite band who had hurt my feelings severely last year when they announced their breakup, thankfully a short-lived breakup). I got work done, in spite of being out of the office for so long.

But then there was the frosting on my cake. Through a series of conversations, emotional clearing, and a renewed zest, I managed to fall in love with my husband all over again. I was reminded that he is my happiness and whatever happens to us, if it's only ever "just us", that is the important constant.

I found the yang for Tuesday's yin.