Really, God?

So, I've been feeling a bit down the last few days.  I've been nauseated beyond belief and it's made it impossible to do anything.  For the first time EVER, I didn't get to go pick out a Christmas tree.  I didn't hang the lights.  I probably won't do many ornaments.  And, while I try to stay as positive as possible, some days I just want to punch someone in the face.  Today was one of those days.

I learned today that I may have a secondary infection in my intestines, caused by the antibiotics used to treat the initial infection.  Awesome.  Two infections for the price of one.  How lucky can one girl get?  I don't have the results back yet, but I've read the symptoms and, based on my luck this year, I'm assuming it's what I have.

I know this is only temporary.  I know I'll get through it and life will go on as normal at some point.  I know at some point I'll probably forget how awful this all was.  But not today.  Not when I didn't get to get a tree with my little girl because I was curled up in a ball in bed, too nauseated to move.

At times like this I think about that old saying (and I'm paraphrasing here)... I know God won't give me more than I can handle.  Sometimes I wish he just didn't have so much faith in me.