Funny Friday

Stories of My Life, part 2:



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Funny Friday

Stories of My Life, part 1:



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Monday Monologue

Sickness

Nowhere is pain more objectless than in sickness. Even a mere cold brings aches to the head, pressure to the sinuses, spasmodic sneezing and wretched coughing. Not to mention the general dull ache throughout the muscles that influenza brings.

Perhaps the only thing worse than sickness is treatment. Whether you are in the sterile whiteness of the hospital or under the overbearing care of the relative, treatment always hurts before it heals. Anesthetic can bring relief but only leads to more deadness of the senses and feeling.

Doctors know this, so they avoid anesthetic whenever possible. And so treatment is painful. The homemade remedies, the needles and the vomit, even the body inflicts pain upon itself, as if one could forget that one was sick!

But maybe we would forget. Maybe without the pain we would not know danger. Without danger, what experience could we have? So the seasonal sicknesses humble us, remind us of our fragile nature, and keep us careful. A careless man is a wasteful man.