Head Cold
I’ve been amazingly free of sickness during the last fifteen months.
Well, that is if you don’t include cancer.
Or the after-effects of chemo.
But now I have a cold–or a head cold, if there’s a difference. You know the drill. My nose is running like a streaker in Alaska. My throat is itchy. I have a slight cough. I’m tired and sleepy, and I’m running hot and cold. And then there’s the obligatory headache, the kind that keeps you from doing much of anything except, as you see, complaining.
I remember when all of this “you’re gonna die” cancer business began, fifteen months ago, back in October of 2007. The doctors and nurses told me to watch out for colds, because my immunities would be down. But how do you watch out for a cold? It’s like telling someone to watch out for grey hair or freckles.
I think their point is to take good care of yourself, especially when you’re getting a cold or right in the middle of one. But guys are notoriously bad about taking care of themselves in these situations. We’re great big, helpless babies, by and large.
So I guess I need to “cowboy up” and take care of myself.
Feed a cold and starve a fever, right? Or is it the other way around? I can never remember. So I just eat a lot either way.
Met a friend for breakfast. Meeting another one tomorrow. Met my parents for lunch. Have lunch plans for the next two days too.
If I get lucky, and it’s feed a cold, then I should be okay. And if I’m wrong? Well, at least I’ve helped the economy a little.
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Jim,
What a great game! now, if they can just upset the sooners tonight…GO POKES!!
I don’t really know you but I’ve been following your blog. I saw you at the OSU game last night. It was great to see you enjoying the game with your friends. I guess the head cold has lessened it’s grip on you!