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Kimra Traynor Herb
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Bad cold

            Well, it happened.

            Thank you VERY MUCH RAYMOND HERB.

            I have your cold.

            One would think, in light of all I have endured, that a bad cold would be just one more blip on the radar.

            Hardly make a ripple.

            Except somehow I thought I was immune.

            When my hubby began hacking, coughing and complaining of chills, I was smug.

            This is what happened when you don’t take care of yourself, I chastised him.

            “If you had been better with your hygiene you would have not caught a cold.” I smugly said, cold-free.

            We participated in a 100 mile bike ride at the peak of his cold and when he complained of feeling fatigued I screeched at him, shrew-like, “TAKE A GEL!” I did not  understand.

            Until I woke with a pain in my head.

            And a stabbing throb in my throat.

            And realized…yes, yes, I am human too.

            THE RAT BASTARD GAVE ME HIS COLD!

            I tried to jolly myself around the inevitable truth by first saying that my symptoms were because of allergies.

            Spring, you know.

            But soon it became apparent that the symptoms I was experiencing were exactly the same as those that had previously plagued my hubby and I was victim to the dreaded common cold….. human.

            Ahhh, God does have a sense of timing.

            When I am thinking of warmer temperatures and rides on the bike, He reminds me that my body is but a temporary shell…and as fragile and as fleeting as the spring itself.

            I of all people should realize this truth.

            When my precious son left the earth at the age of 16 I once and for all knew that our human bodies are fleeting and temporary.

            And yet….

            My  throat hurts.

            My head throbs.

            I am sick.

            I am human.

            This is humility itself….remembering that each healthy day is a gift and every sick day is a test.

            I fear I do not fare well on the test.

            “My head hurts!” I whined this morning.

            To his credit, my hubby did not screech at me to “take a gel”. Instead, he rubbed my back and made me coffee.

            I never said I was the good one in our relationship.

            He said, “Oh, my poor girl, what can I do to help you?” Where when he first complained of cold symptoms I narrowed my brows and asked, “Did you take a Claritin?”

            It’s not easy for me… being sick. All day today I drank water and sat around. Not my two favorite activities, but apparently, two things I need to do in order to get well.

            A lesson well learned…..

            Thank you VERY MUCH RAYMOND HERB.

                       

           


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