Years have gone by in such a rush that I hardly had any time for illness except for the common cold or headache. Life was always a breeze. But after being laid up in bed for almost a month due to typhoid, reality has hit me real hard… and how. After all the energy and stamina has been zapped, I never thought I would enjoy the normal things in life again. Depressing thought I know. And yes, there are people out there in conditions a thousand times worse than mine. But since I was so unprepared to be out of activity, it did bring my nerves down.
Staying in bed for days on end has been a time of retrospection for me. So in a way, it has done me good too. After one miserable thought to another, things did settle down and I got the time to read books, after a really long long time. Nice happy motivating books for a change. I have realized that I read too much of heavy philosophical books that reading peppy books was like an outing for me. Now I intend to include more of them in my reading list. Of course, I also got the chance to finish up many of my unread magazines gathering dust long after I had just flipped the pages and never really went through them.
After a month of cursing myself and everything under the sun, I feel liberated to be having sunny thoughts and look forward to beautiful energetic days. The best thing I have realized is that time heals. Everyone knows that but it takes patience to imbibe that knowledge. I am glad I am now learning that aspect too. Recovery seemed slow and languid at first but now the flicker of hope is getting bright. I welcomed New Year languishing in bed the whole day. But I know that the days ahead would be just the reverse.
Getting sick has also made me realize that I have a whole lot of good friends and well-wishers who have made me overcome the not so exciting moments. I thank God for all of them. Now that I am getting better I have a whole list of things to do, but for the moment let me enjoy my first experience of actually ‘feeling normal’ :)
