We all know that it is better to give than receive. We should all share what we have with others. Hogwash! Some things should not be shared. Being on the receiving end is not always the best. Let me explain.
For the last two weeks Kathy has had a cold. (I can see that you already know where this is heading.) She has been coughing and feeling pretty miserable. She is now over it and is in much better shape.
I, on the other hand, have started to feel lousy. I feel achy. My head is stuffed. I have a cold. Did Kathy have to give it to me? Did she have to share it?
I know that it was not done on purpose. She did her best to stay away from me, not sneeze on me, not touch something and then give it to me. I still got it. It is difficult living in the same house and not catching each other’s colds. Goodness knows that I shared mine with her when I was working.
I guess I should be glad I didn’t get sick the way I normally did at the end of September. Something about lack of sleep and being around kids for seven hours a day seemed to bring on a cold much more quickly.
I have my cup of tea and there is a can on Chicken Noodle Soup on the shelf to help me through this. Getting a cold reminded me so something I had written a while back:
Carried on a wet wind
the seed implants itself in fertile ground
and germination begins.
The first sign of life
can be something as simple
as the clearing of the throat.
A mild irritant, nothing more
not given a thought until it is repeated
becoming a constant tickle that will not be coughed away.
Throughout the day the tickle turns
into an uncomfortable soreness
that by evening leaves the throat raspy.
A hearty voice
reduced to a whisper
inaudible to many.
The nose clogs
making breathing difficult-
blowing does not help.
Chicken Noodle soup and ibuprofen
replace the main meals
while a tissue becomes the hand’s permanent extension.
The cold has blossomed!