The sick soon come to understand that they live in a different world from that of the well and that the two cannot communicate.
I was thinking only a couple of days ago how lucky I had been to not be sick the entire winter. I should know better, I really should. If you think it, it will come. And it did. I awoke Thursday morning with 'the thing' that everyone has had this winter.
Nothing is more pathetic and self-absorbing than a person (me) who is unwell. I walk about with shuffling feet and stooped shoulders, wearing an expression of deep misery. If I had a fainting couch, I'm sure I'd use it.
I have to work today, there is not a choice. Which will lead to further whining on my part. Could be the whine heard round the world. Of course, we have been in the deep-freeze for a couple of days and now it's supposed to warm up. Great.
In the meantime, I eat my chicken soup, laced with pepper sherry, take my wide array of supplements, as well as my cold medicine and try to get as much rest as possible. Poor, poor me!
When I will feel better, I'll be so happy and grateful for my wellness and quickly forget how illness feels. I wish I could hold on to that marvelous feeling you have the first day you feel well. If that were possible, I believe I could conquer the world. Right now I'd be hard-pressed to conquer the walk to the barn!