Sickness - when the world stops.

It happens to all of us at one time or another. Some of us get it regularly and in mild spurts, and then there are some of us who pray to God that we never get sick again because it hurts so badly. I seem to fall into the second category. Yesterday I was hit by a 24 hour bug - call it samonela or overnight flu, but whatever it was it hurt like heck. I will of course spare you the details, but it sucks.

It got me to thinking - isn't it amazing how life seems to stop when you get truly sick? I'm not talking about a sniffle and a tear now, I mean truly ill. Appointments are cancelled, you call in sick for work, your diet changes drastically (if you can stomach anything at all)... it's the one thing in the world that can bring this schedule-driven life to it's knees. Suddenly, nothing else is as important as relieving your discomfort and getting better.

What amazes me are people who live with pain every day of their lives. Sure i'm likely to have a pain or headache on any given day, but some people suffer with massive pain that makes my head-pounding sound like a musical. I would love to ask one such person how they deal with life, but then again I don't dare for the fear of making it any more at the forefront of their lives. How do they go on? The worst pain i've ever felt was having my overly-cemented braces ripped off in high school.

I just sit back and shake my head...

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To leave you on a happier note, today's non-word is disconfoundiation (dis-con-found-ee-ay-shun). The state of being disconfounded, or no longer being clueless about something.