Tuesday morning around 3am I woke up with a stomach bug. I’ve been stationed on the couch with a fever since then. Besides the couch, I’ve been spending a lot of intimate time in the bathroom. It’s great, especially having to drink Pedialyte… which I now refer to as Pediabiteme. My mother came by today and as I was writhing in self-pity and pain, she said something simple.
“It makes you realize how much you take for granted being well.”
When I’m well, why do I dread going for a run or cooking a nice meal? As soon as I pry myself off of the couch, I’m going to stop taking for granted feeling well.
