I've been sick.  Really, really sick.  So sick, we had to leave the wedding we were attending last night way too early.  I had been looking forward to this day for a long time but just as dinner started, I got sick and had to go home.  Boo.  I was up all night.... (scared the heck out of Charlie) and didn't stop vomiting till 6:00 this morning.  (Too much information? I'll spare you the rest of the details.)  I have not had the strength to do anything but sleep for most of the day.  Finally... around 1:00 pm, I decided to try and eat some soup... and from then on, I've slowly regained strength.  It reminds me of that old saying... "You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone?"  Well... that certainly applies to health and comfort.  When you're ill... it's difficult to remember what it feels like to be well.  Then, when you turn the corner and begin recovery... it's amazing how you notice each thing returning to normal function.  You appreciate strength, endurance, breath, lack of pain and stiffness... you appreciate (even if only for a little while) how good it feels to feel good.  We know in our head how significant good health is but most of us only appreciate it when we're forced to take action to recover from some ailment.  I'm not saying I could have done something to prevent the stomach flu... but there are lots of things I do have control over.  Why do I wait until it's an emergency?

It's just too bad the good feeling of recovery doesn't last long enough in our memory.  Taking our health for granted is truly a shame.