sn47.9:3.1 Soon after the Buddha had recovered from that sickness, he left his dwelling and sat in the shade of the porch on the seat spread out.
sn47.9:3.2 Then Venerable Ānanda went up to the Buddha, bowed, sat down to one side, and said to him:
sn47.9:3.3 “Sir, it’s fantastic that the Buddha is comfortable,
sn47.9:3.4 that he’s keeping well,
sn47.9:3.5 and that he’s getting by.
sn47.9:3.6 Because when the Buddha was sick, my body felt like it was drugged. I was disorientated, and the teachings didn’t spring to mind.
sn47.9:3.7 Still, at least I was consoled by the thought that
sn47.9:3.8 the Buddha won’t be fully extinguished without bringing something up regarding the Saṅgha of mendicants.”