Home today. Gave in to the cold that’s been knocking at my door since Sunday night. Started as an allergic reaction to a house full of cats and went from there into my chest.
Why am I telling you this?
Mostly to confess that I’m a terrible sick person. I hate being sick and usually won’t admit being sick until the elusive Donna tells me that I’m in denial and need to see the doctor. This time I decided to be pro-active and, as Barney Fife would say, “Nip it! Nip it in the bud!” When I get sick I just want to be left alone which drives my poor wife crazy because everything in her wants to comfort. I can appreciate it now, I didn’t when we were first married. But after a little while I still need to be left in a dark room to either die or get better.
It’s been quite a while since I’ve been sick with a cold like this and I intend to be over it tomorrow whether it’s ready to go or not. There’s way too much life to live to let this mess with me. And I can only handle so much comforting…