I truly believe the common cold just doesn't get the respect it deserves. I think that's why it's often mistaken for flu. I know it amazes me that a lowly cold can make me feel so terrible. Surely it must be something *worse* than a common cold!
As a mother, I'm thrilled that my kids can usually throw off cold symptoms pretty quickly and with a minimum of discomfort. It is humbling, though, that they barely slow down with a cold while I'm hoping someone got the license number of the truck that hit me.
It gets even better when both adults in the house have a 'code' at the same time. Kenneth, though, is a far better trooper than I. He keeps going and going. Me, I go to bed. Cold medicine combined with my major wimpiness and I can sleep for about 3 days or so. Ken, on the other hand, he cleans out the garage.
We also have personalized ways of being sick in our home...
Christopher, with a mild illness, is convinced he's dying of some rare, horrible disease. He prefers to camp out on the couch or in our bed where he can watch tv. By 2:00 or so he's usually 'cured!'
Abbey curls up in a ball, wrapped in blankets and stays pretty quiet. It's the only time 10-minutes can pass without her declaring she's hungry. She loves the fact that we prescribe her favorite food...chicken noodle soup. She has me feel her forehead and back regularly to check for fever, and her stuffed animals are usually perched all around her.
When feeling moderately ill I'll break out the peanut butter and crackers or cheese and crackers. I've never really thought of it as comfort food, but apparently it is. Soda, tea, water - doesn't matter. I keep a drink going at all times when I'm sick.
Well, it's been about 15-minutes so it must be time for my nap. Oh, and could you pass the tissues please?
Have a great (and healthy!) week.
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