It's day 4 of my battle with man flu. Despite what the ladies might think, it is an accepted medical fact that men suffer much worse head colds than women. Two days of nausea caused by excessive mucas in the brainbox, and the cough is beginning to wind up. I already bought shares in a tissue company, and my nostrils are red and tender. All this after a fitful 10 hours in bed during which I was subjected to "Chinese burns" to my face all night. I fully expected to be the first recorded case of exploding head due to distressed sinuses.
Not that I'm complaining mind you. I mean I didn't even mention the continual headache, fever and lethargy. I haven't left the house for two days, but I haven't been idle. I've watched episodes of The X-Files and Blue Heelers, done a little housework and written three chapters of my next novel.
People often talk about the universe sending a message through the circumstances in which you find yourself, no matter whether good or bad. Illness may be a sign that I have been working too hard and not getting enough rest. Fiddlesticks! I don't work too hard and I eat well, exercise, and get plenty of rest.There are so many bacteria in the air and all around us that even the great naturalist Charles Darwin armed with the latest technology could not catalogue them all with another lifetime to do it in. I caught a cold. Who hasn't?
The only message being broadcast by the universe is of the glory of God who created it, including the damned bacteria and when I get to heaven I'm going to ask Him why. If I remember. I might not care anymore when I see him face to face. What question would you like God to answer?