Or rather I should say the cold caught me. And I have to say that it is very seldom in my life when I can’t write – something, but this has been one of those times. Last Wednesday about 4 AM is when it started. I woke to go pee and felt it in the top of my mouth. A dryness, a tightness, a difficulty to swallow. Shit! I thought. I should have gargled right then. Warm water, salt stirred in, head tilted back, you know the sound, gggghhhh, and spit. But I didn’t. Went back to bed. Thought, I’ll be fine.
But three hours later, no way Jose. My head had joined forces with my tightening throat and now was stuffed with snot. I got up to go to the kitchen to start my day. Coffee, paper, computer. What was I thinking, I couldn’t really tell. That morning’s post, became an afternoon’s one, and was a fair indicator of my state of mind. If you could read my mind that is. About three paragraphs, ending with a self-satisfied smirk of a summary. I couldn’t sit there without breathing any longer.
I skipped the next day. Drugged up on NyQuil, then Dayquil, and chicken soup, I slept sitting up so I could at least breathe. But write, no I could barely think. Finally about 2 AM, I gave it another try. I really enjoy the experience of making something last. I have to admit that the things in my life count for a lot. They act as talismans. A shirt from ten years ago that I can pull out and wear. My homemade dance workout shoes, two pair, which I have alternated onto the dance floor for about 10 years too. But when I tried to write that post about frugality, it was all I could do to say two things. Rereading only shows me that I couldn’t wait to get done. And I was really trying. I remember going back and forth between youtube and this blog trying to imbed a Todd Rungren video that wouldn’t take and finally giving up in sick frustration.
Then came Friday. Yes, the Lakers were into the finals, and T and I were packing for the trip to LA but I was still one sick puppy. Dayquil all day, I even tried alcohol, two margaritas with dinner. Here’s how sharp my thinking was. It’s a cold I have. So stay warm. Not me. We go to the book reading after dinner and sit for two hours while the cool city breezes blew in the door and swirled around my bare legs (I was wearing shorts) and sandalled feet.
Sick Saturday, that what I’ll have to call it. I couldn’t drive. Thank the gods for T. I couldn’t think or write or even read, and you know I really have to be sick for that to happen.
So now it is a tentative Sunday. I have only sneezed once and I have managed to write this too. I’m going to leave you with this reference point, one I gathered from the blogger at http://www.skepticsandpolitics.blogspot.com/. I hope to write more about it tomorrow when this cold will be going going gone.