I'm sick. Around here, we don't even need other people to catch colds from anymore. We're generating our own strains, we are a totally self-contained viral eco-system. I'm as sick as I'm not sick, easily, and that means whatever marginal advantage that might be had by precautionary measures can suddenly add up to a sizable percentage of my life.
Pre-Thea, my approach to the cold virus was to ignore all the advice and do not a thing because really, all the hand-washing, zinc-popping, medicine-buying added up to a lot of time and/or money for what? A small statistical advantage, perhaps an extra 24 hours of reduced viral misery quotient over the 730 days on average in which I suffered one cold. What? Does that make sense? I can't do any proof-reading because I can't see through the mucus tears filming over my eyeballs.
Now that we're raising Patient Zero, I do it all. I pay a premium for lotion-infused tissue instead reaching for a sandpapery roll of toilet paper. I have humidifiers, a neti pot, and at least three other brands of saline sinus spray, homeopathic tablets, vapo-rubs, and all the medications in my cabinet are well within their expiration date.
Last night I didn't get any sleep, having a toddler in the bed head-butting me with all the outrage her grief and exhaustion could muster. OH PLEASE, GRANT ME GRACE. She finally fell asleep at 4:45.
When I left for work an hour and a half later it was only raining delicately, but on the drive up the hill to campus the snow began to fall and became increasingly flurried and treacherous. Finally, having slid uselessly against the curb a block away, I consider defeat (freezing to death I've heard is like falling asleep (deeply appealing option)) and yet, look there, a huge red CAMPUS CLOSED sign like a fucking love note to me. At home, snow fell but did not accumulate the rest of the day.
Later, I stopped by the pharmacy for MORE medications. Congestion being the main sleep disruptor, I asked the pharmacist what was safe for a toddler. I almost began to tremble with relief when she said a half a teaspoon of benedryl was safe, but might induce sleepiness.
The snow they say, is to begin accumulating. With any luck we'll all be sleeping well past when the alarm would go off and I'll spend the day under the dining room table, driving around in the passenger seat of Thea's car.
Head thumping, eyes not working together, nose in revolt. This song actually brought tears to my eyes. Real, misty tears.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
There isn't a lot of time for writing and when I have it, I sit in front of the computer squirming until the time is almost run out. There is rarely an exception to this, except for the times when I have been prolific, when writing becomes a natural extension of sitting. Thinking on that note, there was one very prolific year on this blog and, at the risk of drawing your attention to the horribly embarrassing archives, it was a long long time ago. Turns out I've been here, in my very quiet corner, for over 8 years. I know some people don't consider this real writing, but I like to be here, when I can be here. When I can sit still and extend myself.
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