After 6 full days, I am finally over my cold. Sure, I’m still coughing up phlegm, but aside from that I’m doing ok. I’m finally better.
But that makes me wonder: better than what?
I’m not contagious. But aside from that, what really distinguishes between the past few days and the several months before? This week I was sniffling, coughing, and suffering from laryngitis, but that wasn’t the worst of it. The worst was the fever and the run-down feeling. But wait, I had those before too!
I was frustrated with this cold, wanting to leave the house. But aside from being contagious, it was really no worse than a lot of what I feel regularly, and in one way it was a hell of a lot better: I knew it wouldn’t last.
I keep waiting to feel better. I keep waiting to get my energy back, to feel ready to return to work, to make plans with friends that I won’t likely cancel, to be able to guarantee help to my family and friends when they need it…. to have my life. So many people were worried about me while I was sick this week; I didn’t know how to explain to them that that was the easy part. It’s returning to my “normal” life that’s hard, because that illness isn’t about to go away.
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Chronic Rants 