I subscribe to a theory I read somewhere concerning the propagation of the common cold. That theory opines that in a given group, subtle variations of the cold virus occur, and once you’ve gotten the strain of cold particular to your group, you’re safe.
Well, for the past couple of weeks I’ve been outside my normal little tribe. Last week the very capable and personable engineer I worked with, well, he had some kind of cold-like bug. He’s from Missouri. Not my tribe. I got the disease.
I feel worse than home-made sin riding on a crippled spider. I’m all alone by myself with nobody around to minister whatever kindness and sympathies one would normally expect from a loved one, not that I expect much. Wife #2 was a nurse who worked a lot in ICU with terminal patients and she KNEW what sick people looked like. A plump Cajun with aches and a low-grade fever wasn’t on her list. Sympathy from her was something you’d find in the dictionary between sh*t and syphilis.
Accordingly, I will minister to myself with over the counter medications purchased at the corner drugstore and hope that I don’t keel over…
“I’m all alone by myself with nobody around to minister whatever kindness and sympathies one would normally expect from a loved one,”
You poor guy! But just think about it for a momment: Is there anyone in your regular “tribe” you might have a grudge against? All ya gotta do is cozy on up to that person and…voila! Next week HE’LL be sick as a dog!
Chicken soup..Lots of chicken soup. The canned variety of chicken with rice and lots of white pepper is ok but nothing beats a homemade gallon. I make it and freeze it in quart containers for times like you’re having. Hell it couldn’t hurt.
Give it some NyQuil and a three-finger shot o’ extra bourbon.
No, it won’t cure a you, not even a little bit.
But you frankly just won’t give a damn!
Jim
Sloop New Dawn
Galveston, TX