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