I’ve been bed written with tonsilitis for the past couple of days. It’s amazing how quickly a sickness can come on and how much I don’t realise how I take my able body for granted when I am well.

Being able to breathe through your nose — incredible. Being strong enough to pick up your pillow and move it across the bed — amazing. Being able to swallow without pain in your throat — magical.

I laid down on the couch after dinner last night and promptly fell asleep as my friends conversed in the couch opposite. Closing my eyes is so satisfying at the moment, but I wish I had the energy to do life things. It’s boring sitting around feeling ill.