I can't even taste my words to eat them

A while back I was saying that there are times when I wish I would come down with a good cold because only then would I be able to lay in bed all day, watch chick flicks and sleep and not feel an ounce of guilt. I mean, I would HAVE to rest. I would have to drink tea and eat tomato soup or something. Right?

Yeah, I think I hate that I said that. I didn't mean it. I take it back. That was crazy talk. I still can't decide if I am coming down with a cold or if I have some kind of gnarly allergies. Either way, I am sneezing like I've inhaled 18 pounds of pepper and it would require a double nasal bypass in order to get me to the point when I could breathe like a human again.

And what's worse is that I am staring smack into the weekend here. If I'm sick, there will be rest. There will be the chasing of a three year old. My parents just went back up to their cabins so I can't even make my mommy come over. You're seeing how pathetic I am when I don't feel well? It's compunded when I am inconveniently sick. If I am going to be sick, I would like to be sick on a Tuesday when I have a heinous meeting I don't want to go to and when my child is at her dad's. At this point, should this turn out to be a cold, it will hit its pinnacle on Sunday when I am supposed to go watch football all day with the girls. That would most certianly bite.

It's totally my fault for taking being well for granted. Curses! This is just like me. Every single time I get sick, which is VERY rare (and the world sighs a collective sigh of deep relief) I inevitably lay in bed and say to myself, "As soon as I can breathe again, I am taking up yoga just so I can make sure that I realize how happy I am for everyday that I can actual use my nostrils for their intended purpose instead of a storage area for reserve Kleenex." Or something like that.

Comments

[Karen]

"I can't even taste my words to eat them." Now that's clever. Hope you feel better soon.

[delmer]

About 20 years ago I made a statement similar to, "I need to catch something that's going to lay me up for two weeks so I can get a break." I was joking, but shortly after that I had a high fever and a raw throat and I missed two weeks of work.

Now I find that when I brag "I haven't had a cold in a while," I always catch a cold. So I pretty much leave my health status out of conversations.

The most guilt-free break I've had was following that special operation men get when they're done reproducing. I was under doctor's orders to lie around all weekend (with a bag of frozen veggies). And I did -- and whenever I had the thought that I should mow the yard, or paint a room, I'd remind myself the doc wanted me to take it easy. (I'd get that operation once or twice a year if I could.)

[the frogster]

2 cups water.

1 garlic clove, minced.

about the same amount of raw ginger, minced.

a pinch of cayenne pepper.

boil for 5 minutes. Drink and chew up the minced bits. cold-b-gone!

[Jenny Ryan]

So sorry you're not feeling well :(