I Hate Colds!

So much for patting myself on the back after getting an A+ from my doctor a couple of weeks ago.

Last week, I was feeling very sorry for myself because I’d come down with a cold. Nothing serious – just a common cold. But I hate colds. I hate feeling all stuffed up and I hate the pounding headaches that inevitably come with colds – my colds anyway.

Oh, I know – I’m such a baby. It’s funny because I can handle almost anything else. I’ve breezed through medical tests that would freak most people out and have had two surgeries in the last five years. And I haven’t whined once (okay, maybe once, possibly twice, but that’s it ~ I swear)!

But colds…hate ‘em!

Well, aren’t I a little bundle of joy?! It’s no wonder people stay away from me in droves when I’m grumpy with a cold. I’d stay away from myself if I could!

Failing that (have you ever noticed that it’s really very hard to avoid yourself…), I finally decided to do something constructive besides moan and complain. I mean, there’s a limit to how long you can indulge in self-pity before you bore yourself to tears, right? So I dragged myself over to the TV (I know – I’m such a drama queen!), popped in my yoga DVD and started practicing some yoga moves.

Well, that was an experience. My legs felt so wobbly that I couldn’t hold most of the poses, and I (puff) couldn’t (puff) breathe (puff) at (puff) all (puff), which totally frustrated me. Then all of a sudden I realized that maybe I was just pushing myself too hard. Maybe I just needed to calm down and “go with the flow.” So I made a conscious effort to calm down, relax, and focus on my breathing. Before I knew it, I’d fallen asleep on my mat!

Okay, perhaps that was just what my body needed and I was too busy groaning and moaning to listen to it. I sure felt better when I woke up. I was (almost) back to my normal self, to the relief of my husband and mother, who were probably on the verge of locking me in the bedroom until I could revert to being a civilized human being again.

So now I’m 98% better and am allowed to roam the house freely and spread my joy again. Between us, though, I sometimes think my husband prefers it when I’m buried under the blankets feeling sorry for myself as it gives him some precious peace and quiet!

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