What good is my body?

I broke a record recently — I fell ill twice in the span of 2 weeks. The first time, the doctor told me I had a viral infection and gave me some medicine which I diligently took. After a few days, I slowly got better. Just when I thought I was in the clear, the weekend came and I suddenly started feeling like I was walking through quicksand. I ran a fever and mostly just repeated the cycle of sleep, eat/drink, take my medicine, and back to sleep. A part of me felt sorry for myself, that my life had to come to a standstill when I was ill. Dinner catch-ups, work, badminton all came to a stop because I couldn't manage. Another part of me was also annoyed at my body — for not being strong enough, for succumbing to illness easily, and for getting in the way of living my life. In the course of my sickbed reading, I came across this passage from Julia Baird’s Bright Shining: How Grace Changes Everything: Our bodies —our misshapen, lumpy, wobbly, birth-marked, uneven, scarred, imperfect…