If you liken the body to a locomotive, it’s safe to say that the common cold’s the penny on the tracks that can send you completely off-course.
That’s right. I spoke too soon about the implications of my itchy throat, and have since been deblitated by a vicious cold.
Of course as far as illnesses go, colds are pretty innocuous. You feel achy for a few days, your nose alternately clogs and drips, you drink all sorts of foul-tasting concoctions to make the coughing stop, and then it’s over.
But the aftermath is just as bad as the cold itself.
Looking around at all the piles of dirty clothes in all the Nyquil-coma locations. The sink’s piled high with soup bowls, crusty with hardened noodles and pieces of chicken. There are so many wadded-up tissues strewn about, the floor almost looks like the Santa Claus display at the mall. And then after all this is taken care of, the sanitation ritual. Washing/bleaching linens, Lysol-ing doorknobs, the fridge handle and other places I may have left my germy imprint, replacing toothbrushes… It’s enough to make me want to crawl back in bed for another day or two. I can’t wait.