There's something very self-indulgent about being ill. About relinquishing all control of your life and holding up your hands, saying "Nope, sorry, I can't. I'm ill. I can't do anything right now but just look after myself and hope I get better."
I, as my friends would tell you, am not a very good invalid. I'm altogether too dramatic about the whole thing, with daytime naps, tissues strewn everywhere like a Kleenex battleground, laying about watching my favourite films and eating my favourite foods.
But. What to do when you can't afford the indulgence? Take your comfort where you can.