Colder

I am nursing myself back to health from what seems like the fifth almost back to back cold I have had this winter. I have no idea what is up. I'm taking vitamins. I'm taking care of myself. I am getting a reasonable amount of sleep.

It's getting to the point where I am getting paranoid. I'm starting to think that perhaps there is something in our old home that is making me sick. Mold maybe? I don't know. Then I think it may have to do with all the snotty nosed (yet adorable) babies that I help take care on Sunday mornings at church two weeks out of every month. Or did the freakishly mild weather cause some kind of super cold virus to morph into some sort of crazy cold that never really goes away? Ever.

I know it's just a little cold but it's really cramping my style. It's also really discouraging. Depressing even. I'm sick of being sick. I'm sick of my coworkers and my mother assuming that I'm not taking care of myself. It's like people look at you and blame you for being sick. Like “What did you do?” pointing their pointy finger at you. Dude, it's not my fault. Seriously. I'm sick of dragging my sorry sick butt into work despite being sick because I'm not dying after all and unless I'm dying, I go to work. And I sniffle and snort and excuse myself to blow my nose while my clients think “She SO better not give me her dang cold!” But then I say, “What about all of you lovely clients of mine. You'd come here and sit in my chair if you had the plague just so long as I made you look pretty.” You know it's true. And that's okay. We can't all lock ourselves in our bedrooms just because we've got a little cold.

Some of us have kids to look after. And that's another thing. Looking after toddlers when you are sick, is not fair. But that's life isn't it. Sometimes it's not fair. Sometimes we just have to blow our nose and carry on. Because if we don't do it, it's not going to get done.