Pin It I woke up this morning feeling sick—of course, this probably shouldn’t be a surprise when I went to bed that way, too.
I thought about today being my day to post here at Four Perspectives, and I immediately felt overwhelmed at the prospect—especially when I felt as awful as I did. Of course, it doesn’t help when one finds himself totally uninspired as well in regards to a topic. These are two deadly combinations for a blogger with a self-assigned deadline—usually 8:00 A.M.
So I thought I’d write today about being ill, about not feeling so great, and about the hardship of sickness—well, sort of.
You see, I recalled a good friend of mine a few years ago saying that she hated being sick; that being sick was the end-all be-all of horribleness. Of course when she said this, I immediately realized that she and I didn’t quite see sickness in quite the same way. “I like to get sick,” I said when she’d finished.
“What?” was her reply. “Why in the world would you like being sick?”
“Because being sick makes me appreciate when I feel well,” was my answer.
Today, in not feeling quite so well, I am again reminded that there are so many times over the past year or so when I haven’t found myself truly grateful for those days when I am not sick. It seems that I have taken these moments for granted—squandered away without the true appreciation and gratitude of the ‘not sickness.’
In fact, I am just starting to feel much better than I had over the past twelve hours, and I find myself again grateful for the moments when I am not physically weak, dizzy, or vomiting. There’s something to be said for those ‘non-ill’ moments of our varied lives. So, for today, I find myself grateful—grateful for the privilege of being sick.