I have a love-hate relationship with the common cold. Like most, I hate having a head so stuffy you can’t taste your food. I hate having to pause between chews to inhale through my mouth. I hate when the line of demarcation between my nose and my upper lip gets red and raw from blowing so much. I hate when nose starts peeling from all the blowing, but people think it’s boogers. And I really hate being single and having a cold because there’s nobody to make your chicken soup for you or bring you OJ in the middle of the night.
But, I love the slightly high feeling that comes from depleted oxygen, even before taking any meds. I love the chills because you get to wrap up in layers and layers. I love the safe, cozy feeling of being swaddled. I love falling asleep at 7pm and knowing that you’re sick, so you get to just transfer your lazy body to the bed. Nothing else matters. Nothing else has to be done. I love calling out sick and sleeping all day….sleeping all day….sleeping all day….sleeping all day. I love the Price is Right on sick days and catching up on Y&R that I haven’t seen in 3 years. I love never missing a beat. I love when a fever finally breaks and you’re all wet and sweaty and mommy has to change your bed. I hate that mommy’s not here to change my bed. Meh…no fever yet, so all’s still well. And the absolute bestest part of having a cold…..SNEEZING!!!! It’s the best.