Not to complain, but I feel rotten right now
Just so you know, this is not a cry for mercy or special care or anything else. For the first time in years, I’ve “come down” with some nasty variant of the common cold, and I don’t like the feeling. I’d forgotten how little it takes to distract me from all that is wonderful. Right now, I’m in Day Two, and if the count can stop now I’ll admit that sick sucks.
It was only a matter of time, since I live in a community. At home, people have been coughing and complaining. At work, people have been coughing and complaining. Everybody knows (and has known for centuries) that a cold is contagious. In passing, why the foolish name “cold”. I’m not cold, I’m running a lowgrade fever. My throat isn’ts soothed (think of the cooling effect of eucalyptus). A headache has nothing to do with low temperatures, even when induced by a “Brain Freeze” from the local dairy food outlet. This is a misnomer.
To add insult to injury, I have no “sick days” to compensate for sick nights, so in twelve hours I’m going to get back into my outdoor duds and head off to the office, where my contagion will be duly noted and frowned upon. If I’d been able to avoid my “condition” for another three weeks, the magical payroll fairies would have offered some time for recovery. Unfair.
It could be worse, although I don’t think I want to go there. Let’s just get past this bump on the comfort highway. Even the dog is avoiding me right now. I want to be healthy, wealthy and wise (again).
