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July 31, 2004

"Summer Colds"

There's nothing worse, or not much, than a summer cold. I had been feeling great for weeks. I was nearing the end of a six week workout schedule and was at the top of my game. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a cold. I felt it creeping past my immunity, largely taxed from working out so much, late Monday afternoon. I wanted to blame it on the weather, on air conditioning, on the lonliness of the day but in the end it is just luck of the draw.

I've come to understand that there are millions of cold viruses out there trying to wear us down all the time. Normally we can fight them off fairly easily but once they have an "in" through our defenses, then we're screwed for the duration. For me, the duration has been about four days. Four days of feeling achy, sneezing, using countless tissues, sleeping excessively, and going in and out of cold medicine dazzes. I've always believed if the drugs didn't make you sleepy, then they weren't going to work. Well, it's a known fact that one has to rest in order to recover faster. We take the zinc, drink the fluids, and try to keep up the appetite but, in the final analysis, it's the drugs and the lapsed time that either kills the virus or lets it run its course.

I've seen so many films over the past four days and I can't remember the names of any. One would think, hope, that having a cold could mean having some time to complete personal projects. Finish that novel, album, conspiracy theory or whatever keeps you interested but instead the time passes as if we are just observing it like in a film. But, we become the film. It's wacked! Then, when it's finally over and we are actually feeling well again, we try to jump back into our lives right where we left off, except you feel so lethargic. I mean, let's face it, we've been laying around for (four) days on end doing relatively nothing. My muscles seem to have atrophied to nothing and just getting out of bed and walking to the computer to post this message makes me wanna take a nap. Just a cat nap. Maybe a shower will help me come alive? Maybe.