The Crud by Debra H. Goldstein
Well, I finally got back on my feet (literally) and what happened? The Crud. In case you have been lucky enough to miss it this season, and I hope you have, it is a stuffed head or runny nose (in my case, think two to three boxes of Kleenex), deep chested cough, chills, low grade temp, lethargic feeling bug. Apologies for the language, but I can only best express it by saying, “It sucks.”
For a week, I didn’t want to do anything except feel sorry for myself. Talking to others who have had The Crud, this apparently is another fairly common symptom until the achy feeling goes away. I did manage, when I wasn’t hacking or blowing, to read a few books, watch some TV, and cuddle under my favorite blankie. So, I can’t say it was all bad. It might even have been a nice break had I not been laid up for the past few months.
In fact, in the old days, when I put in long hours at the office, ran from meeting to meeting, and structured almost every waking hour, The Crud, once I’d give in to it, often proved to be a nice break. Sort of a mental health day or two off. Of course, in that life, I only took the days off until I was beyond being contagious because I had obligations. Things were scheduled, people were depending on me, and every day I took off meant others had to step in for me or add to their workloads rearranging mine. This time, there was no office to run to, no scheduled hearings to be held, nor any reason not to cancel all social activities.
It took a good week to get rid of The Crud. I wonder how long there would have been a residual cough, the need for another box of tissue, or evenings of exhaustion if this was three years ago? I’m glad I didn’t have to find out. Having The Crud wasn’t fun, but the flexibility of this new life of following my passion for writing certainly is.