SOL 2015 MARCH 30 Left In The Cold




It’s such a waste of good time having a head cold. The first day of term holidays and I find myself gripped by a cold. Not man flu mind you, just a common cold, -but it is frustrating, none the less. My head feels like a bucket of bolts and my energy levels have correspondingly gone south...

It’s such an apt word- mucus. It even sounds wet and gloopy.  I am mired in muculent moisture at present. How does the body suddenly start producing this by-product of a cold in such quantities? The body does secretions really well at times. Tissues are my constant companion. My only companion. Who wants to hang out with a snotty, spluttering, germ laden unappealing sickie?  I even wish I could escape me. How’s that for unappealing?

I was directed to take myself outside and sit in the fresh air this morning. It was good advice. I began to dry out like a fish in the midday sun. Death to germs in the fresh morning air.

A cold arrives in the manner of a gate crasher. It is most unwelcome. I have plans for these special days that don’t include feeling lousy. Two weeks of holiday can disappear so quickly. It’s like trying to hold oil in your hand. Who needs such an interloper?

I have a book to complete. The final reread is close. It’s hard to settle and concentrate when your head feels like it could fall off and roll across the room after five minutes of concentration.  I have books I want to read. I have places to go.  This cold was not part of my plan for the holidays. Positive self talk is in order. I’ll invoke the spirit of The Black Knight, and remind myself, ‘It’ s just a flesh wound.’



Later in the day, Vicki joins me and we amble to the beach with the dogs to  sit beside the gentle sea. It’s a heaven on a stick kind of afternoon. The sun is soothing on our backs. On the way home, we stop off at Lilo Café and sip on an apple and guava juice. Such simple pleasures are good for the spirits at any time.

FOOTNOTE:
Without intervention a cold generally lasts a week. With medical intervention you can be feeling better in about seven days…Hhh?




Comments

  1. Loralee30 March 2015 at 19:24

    Around here folks have had a rough time with the flu! It stays around a long time or keeps coming back!

    What a beautiful afternoon you had!

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  2. LynnG30 March 2015 at 20:31

    Feel better. I hope you're able to give all that needs attention your time this "week off".

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  3. Dogtrax30 March 2015 at 20:53

    Call the carpenter:
    my head feels like a bucket of bolts.
    Something's come loose in the night,
    and I am at a loss to find the wrench I need
    to connect this word to that phrase to this story.
    One misplaced word, here or there,
    and the whole poem
    is sure to fall apart.

    --Kevin, lifting lines (and hoping you feel better)

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  4. Kimberley Moran30 March 2015 at 21:27

    I loved reading this. The part where you announced that tissues were your only companion made me laugh. It's surprising how something as simple as a cold can overtake everything else. Feel better.

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  5. Unknown31 March 2015 at 02:53

    I cold can stop things and you are seeming to work around it (in a week or seven days). Glad you got out to enjoy the sea and a walk with your partner. Good luck with finishing your book.

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  6. Stacey Shubitz31 March 2015 at 04:29

    I know where you're coming from. I, too, am in the home stretch of my book and was sick for several days this month. It was the pits. Sometimes you just have to step away from your writing in order to heal.

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  7. Melanie Meehan31 March 2015 at 08:28

    Dry that mucous out like a fish in the midday sun! And then, keep the chin up that it's a flesh wound. Love those lines. Feel better, and get that book finished!

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  8. elsie31 March 2015 at 08:54

    Today your bucket of bolts created a totally delightful, if not a rather gloopy read. Even in sickness you assemble the words to march in and take over. Sorry you are ill on a holiday, hope the juice helped to heal.

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