"A healthy person has a thousand wishes and a sick person only one"
Confucius or another sage?
How every time this saying turns out to be absolutely correct.
You can plan a trip to the moon, building towers and cities, completing business tasks, celebrations, lunches, seeing friends, even writing a post on Hive, but when some illness puts you to bed, everything you planned remains unfulfilled.
You only wish that the pain that befell you will pass as soon as possible and that you will be able to start planning again as soon as possible, without looking back for what you did not do with previous plans.
Because of pain in the stomach and stomach and elevated temperature, I haven't gotten out of bed for the third day.
Where should I go, when every step hurts?
How can I do anything, when my head hurts so much because of the temperature that I can hardly open my eyes.
Here, even this writing, which was a pleasure for me, is more of a torture today.
In my head, half-asleep, I turned several sentences that I want to write, but now, with my eyes open, it is difficult to type them.
I used the opportunity to announce that I am still alive, now, when I am going to the doctor, and on the way I will smell the blossoming flower of the linden tree, which I have by the parking lot of the car, which will bring me back to the real world and remind me that I should be healthy again as soon as possible and ready for walks, tours, socializing.
May that thought give me the strength and will to fight the disease as soon as possible and that a thousand wishes are born again in my head.