I’ve had a sore throat and sinus infection since Sunday. Monday and Tuesday of this week, I had my current 15-hour days. By the time I got home both nights, I was so exhausted that I took some medication and went to bed.
Today being Christmas Eve, I had the day off. I got up this morning but quickly realized I was ready for a nap. I told my husband I was going to expend all my energies toward getting well. I went back to bed around noon.
I fell asleep almost immediately. It was the fitful sleep of illness, unfortunately, and I kept waking up either too hot or too cold. Each time I awoke, I adjusted my covers and settled on my back to meditate.
I practiced metta, silently repeating the phrases in my mind, directing lovingkindness toward myself.
May I be safe.
May I be healthy.
May I be peaceful.
May I be happy.
I dropped back to sleep each time, still turning over the mantras in my mind. Eventually, I woke to the sound of my husband’s voice. It was 5:30. I got up to spend some time with him, and it was amazing how much better I felt. I’m still not completely healed, but I’m well on the way.
I had never tried meditating during an illness before. Though my desire was to sleep as much as possible, I found that meditating – rather than thinking about how miserable I was or worrying how I’d feel tomorrow – brought me additional rest.
Isn’t that interesting…?
Living in the Dash 
Being ill can really teach us a lot how our body and mind works. Continuous practice, no matter where we are or how we feel. It’s always perfect moment to practice.
Thank you for your great post.
With palms together,
Uku