Ugh – or The Joy of the Common Cold
At least, that’s what I think I have. And you would think, too, that will all the crap I’ve gone through, I’d sail through this cold like it was nothing.
Ha!
Missed three days of work. Exhausted. Can’t hear a damn thing out of my ears. Have this sinking feeling that once all the gunk in my chest starts to loosen up, I’m going to have a hacking cough, and have a semi-runny nose. Plus the general blech you feel when you have a cold.
In the beginning days of the transplant, having a cold frightened the heck out of me. My head was full of oh-no-if-I-get-a-cold-it-could-turn-into-kidney-failure, the kind of jump from sniffle to pneumonia, from a cramp to rejection.
Now, I get a cold, and while I keep an eye on things, I like to think I’m a little more reasonable about it.
I would write more, but I feel like crap that has been run over by a Mack truck, so I’m going back to lying on the couch and staring out the window because that’s all my brain is up for now.
