I shared a story a little while ago about a patient I met in clinic and his attitude towards pain. 

I think God had a reason for me to meet him because I got sick recently. I had a high fever, vomiting and diarrhoea. For the first time in a long time, I found myself unable to function normally, dragging myself out of bed that morning was a feat of its own. I kept myself hydrated, and remembering the old uncle’s attitude towards pain, I vowed that I wouldn’t let this sickness overcome me. 

I got better the next day, and even aching away as I was, I decided to go out and continue with my day as usual… Only to have someone run into the back of my car, and as both cars stopped at the side of the road and the perpetrator came out and apologized, “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention!” 

… Ah the test of your patience sometimes. 

I’m still optimistic. 

God tests us in a variety of ways and there are many others in the world who are undergoing bigger trials than I am at the moment. I’m thankful that I still have relative health, and that this temporary bug will soon pass and I’ll bounce back to normal. I’m thankful that I have my beautiful family and my dear friends and their overwhelming concern. 

No need to complain about my own first world problems.