For my whole life, I have been nearly immune to the common cold. I might get a headache or a runny nose, but I don’t ever remember running a fever or being bedridden. This sounds good, but I think being sick once in a while is a good thing. An excuse to take the day off and just sit in bed and drink chicken soup.
Right now, I have a cough. My head is fine, but my throat is lumpy and I feel slightly tired. It doesn’t feel like I should stay home from work, but it doesn’t feel normal either. It’s a bit harder to breathe. Coughing doesn’t feel good at all. Like itching a bug bite, it just makes it worse.
I am taking lots of placebo and it seems to be working. I have throat lozenges and vitamin C. Plus tic tacs. Those help alot. I have to believe in them though, or they lose their potency.
Maybe I should have stayed home anyway. I deserve it, don’t I? The only thing is all the meetings I have. I feel like I am letting people down if I miss them. Of course, the world continues to spin without me. Maybe that, is the thing that bothers me. It’s important to feel that you make a difference.
Sometimes I imagine what the world would be like without me. Either “It’s a Wonderful Life” style where I never existed or just that I disappeared one day. One likes to think they would leave slews of devastated people behind.
Hmm. Maybe this is a morbid topic, but I am sick. Cut me some slack! 🙂