The Insane Thoughts of the Sick
Why is it that when we are sick we go into catastrophe mode? Is it because we lie in bed without anything to do but plan our own funeral?
Perhaps it’s just me, I’m lying in bed really thinking that I might die. I have never felt so sick in my life…well at least not that I can remember. I was thinking about who might come to my funeral, where it would be held and what people might say about me (I didn’t dwell too long on that…too scary!).
The strange thing is…none of those thoughts really disturbed me (until now!). I seemed resigned to the fact that my life would be over. Then my thoughts would turn to the mundane…’when the bloody hell did I take that last Panadeine?’.
So Your Honour, I plead insanity…at least for the days of sickness endured. No comments and/or thoughts made during those days should be taken into evidence against me.
xxx
