HomeNovember 11, 1997
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I have a horrendous cold. Have had since Thursday. Yesterday I couldn't talk at all. Today my voice comes out croaky and if I talk too much I cough and choke. My inner couch potato keeps telling me this is what i get for traveling half way around the world and I'd damn well better stay home from now on. Sigh. Why do I get sick after traveling? Does everybody? I was talking - well listening - to Joan-west on the phone yesterday. Her theory is it's from the constantly changing weather I experienced in Hokkaido. My theory is it's from not sleeping on the sleeper train from Kushiro to Sapporo. Sunday at dinner at Kevin's house, my mother told me not to "let it go" or I'd get "what Mrs. Reynolds got from not taking care of her cold." As always, today my therapist asked if I was taking antibiotics for it. Does anyone still prescribe antibiotics for viral infections? So, in addition to feeling guilty for catching the stupid bug in the first place, I now get to feel guilty for not taking proper care of it. Would somebody please tell me how "normal, healthy" people get through life? You know the people I mean - the superhuman ones who are back at work putting in 10 hour days the day after a 3 week trip to Japan or whatever... They don't get jet lag. They never get colds. And if, by some unlucky chance someone close to them should die, they grieve for exactly 4 hours, 7 minutes, and 30 seconds and then never think about it again. But everyone close to them is immortal so that situation doesn't come up very often. Small children hand them snot-filled Kleenexes to dispose of and the viruses don't attack them. Dogs bite them and they don't bleed. Their cars never break down yet they never take time off to maintain them. They meet everyone's expectations and yet have time for themselves. They are models of healthy self-esteem. Oh why can't I be like them? Meanwhile, plumbers are banging around next door. They've been there all afternoon. Every once in awhile they hit something that reverberates in my bathroom. Very disconcerting. |
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On the journal front, I've typed in about 5 days worth of the trip diary and finished the entry for Oct. 10, which I had abandonned in the midst of making some sort of point about books. And I fixed up the reference to the daphnephilum photo in the Nov. 5 entry. |