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...
In God I trust and will not fear...
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