The Crud

Well, after strutting around all winter with nary sniffle I came down with one of this year’s versions of the crud. Really, just a cold. But a mean one with a debilitating dry cough that caused my  entire torso to ache and found me spending two nights in the living room chair trying to sleep in a semi-upright position.

I tried to work, off and on, at home. I tried to read when I could concentrate or focus my eyes. But really, I spent a lot of time just sitting and trying not to disturb whatever it was that my lungs were trying to expel.

I know I am not alone. I’ve had many friends tell me their horror stories. I’ve read about the losses in school income due to high  absentee rates. I’d felt so fortunate, even a little superior having gotten to Spring in such a healthy fashion. Now I have joined the many weak of soul and body. I have succumbed to the viral menace.

But things are better today. I can walk through the house without collapsing in to a hacking fit.  I can talk for more that a few minutes without my voice devolving in to an incoherent whisper. Tomorrow is a new day. And hey! It’s Friday already!

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1 comment for “The Crud

  1. 3/28/2008 at 11:23 pm

    Ugh. That unrelenting, get-started-and-can’t-stop cough. It doesn’t even offer the dreary satisfaction of coughing up phlegm.

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