I felt awful. Everything hurt. Getting out of bed was too much like work. Feelong sorry for myself, frustrated I couldn't go where I needed to go, do what needed doing, I suffered along with this problem, giving myself some half-hearted metaphysical treatments. After all, I was sick, wasn't I? My head hurt too much to pray!
About day two of wallowing in my misery, I finally had had enough. I got to work, knowing that I didn't have to suffer from seasonal illnesses because God never made them. And if God didn't make it, I couldn't have it! I lived, and moved, and breathed in the atmosphere of Love divine. Progress! But still, not total freedom. Suddenly, it came to me that mortal mind was playing a trick on me, and I'd fallen for it. If mortal mind, error, had told me to commit adultery, I'd have laughed hard enough to bring down the house. So when mortal mind whispered in my ear that I had to feel ill, why had I fallen for the joke? Of course I didn't have to listen to that false suggestion.
Healing came swiftly. I dressed and went about my business, grateful for the angel thoughts that revealed what I needed to know. I was, am, and will always be able to distinguish between the voice of Truth and that of lie.