During my recent illness, I felt the need for something to read.
I read all the psalms asking to be cured of a dread illness. Most of these psalms talk about vanquishing enemies. I tried to think of the infection as "my enemies" but I think in reality I should have thought of the doctors as my enemies. The antibiotic Bactrim is definitely my enemy now.
I tried reading some books recommended by my 10-year-old, but they just weren’t right. They were too teenagery.
I wasn’t well enough to go to the library myself. So I sent the family to the library to get some books for me. Here are the titles they came back with:
Scientists Confront Intelligent Design and Creationism
Writings on an Ethical Life
The Sound and the Fury (Faulkner, who had to have been delirious when he wrote it. Reading it made me feel more delirious than my fever did)
Why God Won’t Go Away: Brain Science and the Biology of Belief
Peter Camenzind, by Hermann Hesse (translated from German)
A little light reading, eh?! Next time they go I’m going to be more specific and have them get something by Alexander McCall Smith.
I do not wish to sound like I am complaining. My family was very helpful and compassionate. Not only did my husband save my life by determining that I was allergic to the antibiotic, but he also trimmed the bushes, power-washed the deck, cooked all the dinners, took the kids to their lessons, took them to school when they missed the bus, took me to the hospital twice, submitted a grant, and started a new employee. The children got themselves ready, got themselves to school (mostly), helped with dinner, helped with the shopping, studied for their tests, and brought me water when I needed it. What a wonderful family, reading choices notwithstanding.