Sickness

No one likes to be sick, for any reason; at least I don't know any sane person that likes to be sick. I certainly don't. I hate the inconvenience to be completely honest.

I hate the fact that even though I could get up and walk around, I don't want to because it wears me out. I hate that when I cough it feels like my chest will break open and my lungs will fall out. I hate that fevers make my whole body hurt, like my skin is made of tiny razors slicing into my muscles.

But illness is also an awareness of how good my body feels when it isn't fighting an invader. It shows me not to take advantage of my good feeling days and allows me joy that I will get better, probably not as quickly as I would like, but I will.

Illness also reminds me that I am not in control, God is, and He is much better at being in control than I am, no matter how much I may disagree. God allows me to get sick for one reason or another, and He allows me to be well again. Just like He allows doctors to go through years of training to know how to help me and gives chemists the good brains to know what will help my body fight this infection the best. For that I am thankful!