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I don't like pain, it hurts me so.
Mar. 1st, 2008 03:51 pmI've discovered A Great Truth. It is probably old news to most of the planet, but here goes: How lousy a cold makes me feel is directly connected to how much pain I'm in. Before you say "Duh!" let me continue with the thought.
Sore throat? Not so bad. Hot tea or no swallowing.
Runny nose? Sometimes inconvenient, but tissues deal with it.
Tired all the time? Suck it up. Jet lag is tiring, too.
Coughing? Hate the tickle in my throat as I try to go to sleep, but really more of an annoyance for those arround me. And hey, good ab workout.
Lost voice? Only seems to happen when I'm teaching. Sounds terrible but doesn't feel so bad.
No, my cold kicks into "It's bad, really bad. Just leave me alone." when the headache appears. The top of my head wants to come off or my sinuses decide that underneath my cheekbones is simply not enough space. NOW, now The Cold begins. *rub cheekbones*
I'd like to be alone in a warm dark room with an endless supply of hot tea, now. Is that too much to ask?
Sore throat? Not so bad. Hot tea or no swallowing.
Runny nose? Sometimes inconvenient, but tissues deal with it.
Tired all the time? Suck it up. Jet lag is tiring, too.
Coughing? Hate the tickle in my throat as I try to go to sleep, but really more of an annoyance for those arround me. And hey, good ab workout.
Lost voice? Only seems to happen when I'm teaching. Sounds terrible but doesn't feel so bad.
No, my cold kicks into "It's bad, really bad. Just leave me alone." when the headache appears. The top of my head wants to come off or my sinuses decide that underneath my cheekbones is simply not enough space. NOW, now The Cold begins. *rub cheekbones*
I'd like to be alone in a warm dark room with an endless supply of hot tea, now. Is that too much to ask?
Yep, it's a Monday
Feb. 25th, 2008 07:58 pmAs is probably my due, I seem to have acquired a cold. So many of my acquaintances have had them recently and what with my pretty violent changes to different climates via air travel, it is not surprising. Thus far, it has been a gentle cold... mild sore throat, a bit of coughing, a mild runny nose, some sneezing. Perhaps the Airborne is truly working. Still, yesterday and today I felt fuzzy enough to feel sympathy for my friends who complain that their cold sucks the energy out of them. I thought I should not do anything so dangerous as driving...
And yet....
See, T is basically a really good person. Far better than me. I just try to follow the example he sets. Yesterday, he responded to a friend in need and helped her move a bed out of the store and into her third floor apartment. I slept while he did it. Last night he asked me to return and help her return the bed slats that were the wrong size. T left me his truck for this plan. I ended up helping her move a new mattress from the store in the far north, driving to the far south of town, getting the new mattress up the three sets of stairs, drove to the far west, returned the bad slats and then delivered new slats to her apartment. It took about four hours, mostly driving. I got lunch but... I hate driving the truck. And the entire time I kept thinking that I was too fuzzy to safely drive. *sigh*
I'm sure I've built up some good karma recently. T says, "It'll make up for the orphanage you burn down."
And yet....
See, T is basically a really good person. Far better than me. I just try to follow the example he sets. Yesterday, he responded to a friend in need and helped her move a bed out of the store and into her third floor apartment. I slept while he did it. Last night he asked me to return and help her return the bed slats that were the wrong size. T left me his truck for this plan. I ended up helping her move a new mattress from the store in the far north, driving to the far south of town, getting the new mattress up the three sets of stairs, drove to the far west, returned the bad slats and then delivered new slats to her apartment. It took about four hours, mostly driving. I got lunch but... I hate driving the truck. And the entire time I kept thinking that I was too fuzzy to safely drive. *sigh*
I'm sure I've built up some good karma recently. T says, "It'll make up for the orphanage you burn down."
