a cold in the fingers, a cold in the brain…

I emailed  Susan not to come for coffee because my nose just runs and runs.  Though I am grateful that it is running (the idea of a nose with feet is bemusing) because for three days straight, I coughed and couldn’t breathe and nothing happened.  At least now, I can blow my nose.  Of course it’s too much of  a good thing,  and I can’t move without a loo roll and the carrier bag for the discard – but it beats the impasse  where I couldn’t breathe or sleep and was tired and scared. 

Susan emailed sympathetically that  colds are nasty – this one has a Putinsque leer.  

So please – can I try again next week – having just discovered in the low autumnal sunlight, the discard from an enormous bunch of lavender all over the kitchen floor… but of course I wasn’t looking down.  I was en route between the bedroom and bathroom with really not much thought in between except coughing and spluttering and wondering where I got the bug and knowing I wouldn’t give it back – it’s so horrid.

Julia Samuel called August  “a month of Sunday evenings”  and this is September.

Till soon.

2 responses to “a cold in the fingers, a cold in the brain…

  1. I completely sympathise – I caught a cold on 14th August and it’s still wreaking havoc. It’s had a similar journey, with a mixture of dry cough, sore throat, drippy nose, etc.,.

    Who gets a cold in the middle of August? I don’t recall meeting anyone with a cold, but of course it can be caught just be touching the handle in a bus (that a carrier has touched), then absentmindedly touching your eyes or mouth. No pills or potions help, they just give a short window of change.

    Keep hydrated!

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