Driving home from Bennett on Friday, I felt a scratch in my throat. Ugh. A cold was coming.
I woke up bright – no, dark – and early for the Straw Poll on Saturday. I felt worse, but gave myself a pep talk. If I didn’t think about it, the cold would cease to exist.
That worked, for the most part. I felt a little off for most of the day but refused to acknowledge it.
And then all broke loose during the bus ride home: sneezing, coughing, blowing my nose constantly. I don’t have time to be sick!
Lathered on the Vicks that night and the following night, with a busy day in between. Exhausted during the whole time, but no time to lie around.
Why should I let a cold stop me? Our days are full of lots of nuisances: bad drivers, plans that get sidetracked, unreasonable people, and the list goes on. Do I let those things derail me? Of course not!
So why do colds get me all in a tizzy? I know why. It’s visibly noticeable. Or audibly noticeable. I can hide most other frustrations. My red and pealing nose and gravelly voice give it away. And then I feel exposed and vulnerable.
And then it lingers. I eventually have to feed it and sleep it off, which takes precious time away from the things I actually want to do.
Wine doesn’t even taste good. The horror!
Life will resume as usual soon enough. It’s just one more nuisance.