I HATE being sick. As a mother, I hate it more when my kids are sick. Regardless of whether it is the burning fevers, the annoying sniffles, the sore throats, the chesty coughs, the aches and pains, or the general simply-cannot-get-out-of-bed feeling, being sick is not only uncomfortable for the ill and their carers, but it is a real moment we are reminded that we are all mere mortals, that mortality knocks quietly at the door.
However, when that relief of fever-breaking sweats washes over, whence the desire to eat and do anything again returns, amazingly the fear and fever quickly become a distant memory. Almost like it never happened.