Tuesday 2 June 2015


Being unwell is not something I have much experience with, partly due to (relative) youth and maybe a certain bloodymindedness about struggling on with colds. No days off.

Until last week.

After about two years of getting round to it, I finally arranged a minor nose op, to help me breathe, taste etc.  No problem, really. Except for the general anaesthetic and best part of a week off work. I was whacked out by it, much to my (male) surprise.

It was the first time I have ever (yes, ever) been to a hospital as a consumer, other than when I had an outpatient's appointment for verrucae as a 12 year old. Those went away by themselves.

But this time, feeling a bit ill, a bit tired, a bit vulnerable.

It has been rather a useful exercise in the vulnerability that we all much accept is being human. Even now, two weeks on, I am still a little bit more tired than usual, as I immerse myself in funerals, synod agenda, vacancy worship rotas.

But we are all human and we are all vulnerable...

1 comment:

  1. If it's any consolation, general anaesthetics knock me for six too. It takes some time for the body to rid itself of the effects.