It’s the first cold I’ve gotten in 3 years. Three years and yet I’ve received no flowers. Also, I’ve been checking the news and there’s been no mention of it. Weird. It’s almost as if my cold isn’t really as big a deal as I think it is.
I’ve been surrounded by sickies for months… surrounded! Yet, I never shied away from them – I’m very jesus-like in this way. Yes indeed, and like jesus probably did, I give the appropriate amount of baby-talk pity… “tsk tsk, poor baby’s got a stuffly wuffly nose.” And then I’d carry on my happy way certain that my immune system, and therefore my character, is far superior than most.
I’ve been bragging for months that I don’t get sick! And if I meant only one thing stated in the first two paragraphs, it’s that I’ve been surrounded by sick people for many months and had felt no ill effects at all! I had started to feel immune. But suddenly it’s upon me and now I walk around telling anyone who’s too slow to run – I’m sick and I want sympathy or least some kind of recognition for soldiering bravely with my daily duties while battling the sniffles.
Am I the only one that does this? Try to pretend that I don’t really care that I’m feeling under the weather, all the while wanting people to feel pity for my plight and admiration for my courage. Am I the only one that gets so melodramatic over a trifling cold?
I guess I feel the need to milk it. I won’t get sick again for at least another year or maybe longer. Who knows where I’ll be then or what I’ll be doing, but god help those around me if it takes another three years for me to get a cold. I’ll carry on like the world is at an end!
Besides the physical discomfort I’m feeling these days, I’ve got some emotional/mental discomfort as well. There’s uncertainty in areas of my life and I’m really not sure where I’m headed. It’s new territory for me. I haven’t spoken of it out loud because I haven’t wanted to give it voice, but if I were to be honest – I’m scared.