Do You Quit Life with a Cold?
On Friday afternoon, my eyes started watering while we were reading Harry Potter.
(A side note: my kids and I are going to have the widest asses in the world because my go-to activity is always to sit and read. I’ve been thinking about this, the ass spreadage, that my kids will have to deal with down the road. And how they’ll tell the therapist: “we wanted to run around and play, but my mother always suggested we read. Sure, we covered a lot of literature, but now look at my butt cheeks.”)
Back to my story and question.
We were reading Harry Potter and my eyes were leaking, which was sort of good because we were at the part where the kids all discovered the truth about Neville’s parents in the hospital. When Neville puts the bubblegum wrapper in his pocket? GUTS ME. So my eyes were watering. By nighttime, I was sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy-headed, and feverish, so I swigged some Nyquil and went to bed at the unheard-of hour of 9 pm. That’s how you know that I was ill.
I woke up on Saturday morning not much better, though once my headache started to subside and I had been upright for a while with everything draining, life became liveable. Still, we cancelled our trip to see family so as to not get them sick. Plus, it was likely that the twins would now become sick this week from being in close proximity to me while I was ill. They were already in the sniffling stages when they awoke. So it made sense to not run them ragged. But there was this underlying feeling that if I could travel with tissues, we should just get on the road.
Every time I get sick, I try to figure out where I was two or three days earlier, the average incubation period for a cold. In this case, the culprit seemed to be either art school or the used bookstore. I can’t really avoid art school, so I decided to blame the used copy of Mockingjay that I picked up so I could stop reading the e-book version. It was clearly teaming with cold germs. Though the more likely scenario is that someone sent their kid sick to the art school because they didn’t want to miss out on one of the paid classes since there are no refunds.
I get it. I’ve gone into public spaces less than well before. I’ve sent my kids to school when they were fever-free but had a bit of a runny nose. I mean, yes, we all want people to stay at home when they’re ill and not infect the rest of us, but the reality is that some people have a runny nose through half of winter. And it would be equally detrimental to stay home, nursing every cough. Again, one time I had a cough that lasted a good month. I can’t see not venturing out into public for a full month. Except by going out around people, we pass these germs to one another so that everyone gets to write a blog post about the crappy, nameless person who made them ill.
When you get sick, do you stay home? Or if you feel like you can power through, do you go out into the world, sneezing and coughing and carrying tissues?