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...
Sermon for CCN Sunday 2024 at Southwark Cathedral
22 hours ago
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.
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