Sick

Yes. I hardly ever get sick so the last few days have made me realise again what it must be like for the poor people that never get well. On Wednesday evening when I first started to feel rather bad I struggled to read the beginning of Lilith by George MacDonald. Struggled. Finally I put it down. Too sick to think clearly. The next day I slept, hid from the courier man when he knocked on the door, lay on the couch and didn't eat a thing until a few crackers in the evening.
Then today feeling a lot better I read When Heaven Weeps by Ted Dekker. It was incredible, a truthful painful story. I couldn't stop. I will try Lilith again I think.