I spent the whole weekend lying in bed, writhing in pain.
Ok. It wasn’t really that bad, it was just a really bad stomachache. A really, really bad stomachache. I did manage to get up a few times and drink some tea and mostly slept. Every couple of hours, I would wake up without really feeling like getting up… And I used those random times to read.
I came to one conclusion… Not all kinds of reading are the same when you’re sick.
Being sick is a horribly depressing thing. You feel weak, slow and heavy. And on top of that, there’s all the things that I cannot eat. That’s always the worst part of it all for me: No coffee and no bacon.
I don’t care what my doctor says, bacon (and all friend stuff) is the meaning of life. Eating “healthy” stuff ONLY is a nightmare.
That’s why you need something happy and cheerful that can lighten you up and help you feel better, when you feel sick and sad. Something funny, with lots of happy interactions or action and fighting that can let you loose track of the story and go back to sleep at any moment… Only to pick it back up when next you wake up.
There should be a section in bookstores for books to read when you are sick.