Post Plague Thoughts

A brutal stomach bug (okay, calling it "plague" may be an exaggeration, but it was awful) is not the reason that I would have liked to take two days off from work this week, but I didn't get a great deal of option. Now, on the other side of it, I've been thinking about the things that I appreciate about being so suddenly and stunningly (and briefly ) sick. It increased my compassion, at least for a while. I am disgustingly healthy much of the time, despite the fact that, as Fezzik put it in The Princess Bride , "I don't even exercise." (I do, however, drink hot water. Take that as you will.) I tend therefore to think that if everyone drank more hot water and ate more garlic and walked everywhere, they'd probably be fine too. Needless to say, I am probably drastically more empathetic in the week or so after I've been sick than I am most of the rest of the time. It forced me to rest. And to stop doing anything. And to stop someho