I have what most moms dismiss as a head cold, what Spanish people describe as a ‘flu, and that which brings most men to their knees. Before you think I am dissing both men and the Spanish, let me explain – I don’t do colds, ok! Break my wrist, slip my disc, make me go 24 hours without sleep, or put me in the middle of a motorway pileup, and I’m tough as old boots. Give me a common cold and I crumble.
Now, don’t get me wrong I’m not looking for sympathy here. I just want to curl up and watch soppy movies or re-runs of “The Gilmore Girls” or “Friends”. Unless Joe Fox is going to turn up with some friendly daisies (if you don’t get that reference, how well do you know me?!), I’m best left alone to wallow.
All day I’ve been oscillating between a profound craving for Chocolate Brownie Ice Cream (and there are two shops within a five-minute walk selling it) and an equally profound lethargy, and laziness So, how deep is my affection for Chocolate Brownie Ice Cream, not on the same scale as my lethargy it turns out. You might as well expect me to hop on the next space shuttle as step over my threshold. It’s almost ten at night and I didn’t go yet. One of the shops is closed now, and the other will be closing soon.
Why is it that nasopharyngitis, acute viral rhinopharyngitis, or acute coryza (no wonder it’s so bad with all those fancy names!) turns me into a whingeing, self-absorbed sad case, when neither a recent tooth infection so bad I thought it was a brain haemorrhage, nor an excruciating, old whiplash injury, which necessitated an MRI the other week, has had even a passing mention in my blog? Apparently, most adults suffer between 2 and 4 of these infections per year, (and a child can suffer between 6 and 12! I get my info from Wikipedia – I don’t vouch for it!) …… not this adult. My average is one roughly every two years, which is perhaps why I take it so hard. I like to think that I’m immune. Indeed, I’ve worked in offices where all around me fell……and brought their nasty germs to work to spread it around a bit……..and not even had a sniffle, which is why mind and body are now screaming, “Whyyyyyyy?”
Remembering the “good old 9 to 5 days” makes it seem even more unfair. I don’t recall being in the company of anyone with a cold within the last 10 days, probably just someone sneezing in the supermarket or a café then. Why won’t they learn to stay home at the first sign and keep their nasties to themselves? Which, you see, is the excuse for my lethargy. I really shouldn’t go and spread this around, so I’m just going to crawl back under the covers. Now where did I put “You Got Mail”?