Being sick sucks.
I can handle the fact that other people are sick with amazing fortitude. It is when I am sick that I find I have the most sympathy and, indeed, empathy for the person who is ill. I won't go into the details of my recent indisposition, but suffice it to say that the term "Aire Liquide" has a new meaning for me.
I have known some people who consider illness a mental weakness. They have said that they simply do not allow themselves to be ill. That begs the question, why do the rest of us get sick? Probably for attention. Or to forgo an obligation. Or because we are weak-minded with no capacity to govern our own puny, and insignificant, lives. Or maybe it is because we like the medicine "Have you ever tried seltzer water with your Nyquil? Oh yeah, it's great! (tching as glasses are touched) Pass the beer nuts this way!"
Maybe it's to remind us that our health, our lives, our very existence is fragile and a divine (or cosmic) gift and we don't know when it may end. Maybe it's to help us appreciate how good it feels to be healthy. Maybe it's a wake-up call to enjoy our time with loved ones NOW and not later.
Boy, this Lortab is awesome. I think I'll have another...
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