Learning Lessons from Common Colds

So I have been sick for a couple of days.  It is really no fun at all.  Can't sleep, can't taste, can't smell.  I hate being sick.  But perhaps the worst thing about being under the weather is that it keeps me from doing the things that I'm supposed to do, that I usually enjoy doing, that I need to do.

Like cleaning the house.  When I am sick I don't feel like doing much of anything.  I don't want to sweep up dog hair or wash the stupid dishes or hang up my clothes.  I just want to be dead to the world and my responsibilities at home.  I want to be lazy and let the sink pile up or leave my clothes on the floor and get to it when I feel better. 

Also when I'm sick I don't feel like doing ministry.  I went to church last night, to my ministry with the kids, and I did not want to be there.  I wanted to be at home in bed.  I kept to myself and stayed out of the way and let my wife do the yelling and the coralling (sometimes kids are like cattle, really loud and fast cattle).  When it was my turn to teach, I told the kids to keep quiet because I didn't feel like raising my voice and that if I had to raise my voice it would just make me mad and that they didn't want to see me mad.  I will give you one guess how many of them actually took that seriously.  Zero.  They know I'm a softy.  But anyways I sruggled through the night and then was stupid enough to try to play basketball with a few of the kids before they went home.  Idiot.   

So I went home and whined and cried and eventually went to bed, drugged up and drowsy.  I kind of slept.  It was more like a coma, I think.

And here I am today.  Still sick. Still wanting to be at home in bed.  And I wonder if there is a lesson in all of this.  Like maybe I need to embrace my time of sickness and use it to catch up on some needed rest.  Or like maybe I need to fight through it like it were sin and being well is like being saved.  Or maybe I just need to use more hand sanitizer and be more cautious around sick people.  Who knows what the lesson here is.  All I know is that I am tired of being sick.  And that I can't remember what it feels like to feel well.  And that all the medicine that I have tried has not worked. And that being sick even keeps me from praying and reading the Bible like I should.  I guess I shouldn't let a common illness keep me from God.  If I let a cold come between my relationship with Jesus, what's going to happen if I ever get cancer?  Something for me to think about. 

Lesson learned.

Any thoughts on this?  What should I learn from this sickness?