It's so frustrating when something hurts and restricts your movement. Last year, I flipped over on my scooter and fell about three meters onto my hand and elbow. Surprisingly, at 120 kg, I didn't suffer any injuries. This winter, I ran on snow and ice, rejoicing in my body's strength. Then I caught a slight chill in my leg in a draft and realized I was limping when I got out of bed in the morning—damn it, just the draft and the cold floor.

When I was 5-7 years old, I often had colds, and my mother read me stories in the evenings. Those were pleasant sick days. Your husband is like a mom or dad to you now :)