While I whine for a moment about being sick.
Oh, I am not really, really sick. Too sick to be at work. Too sick to be on the couch. A little too well to want to be in bed.
“In between” sick, and all dumbed down on cold medicine and codeine.
Here is what I keep thinking: the common cold costs the economy billions of dollars a year in sick time and lost productivity. Everyone gets colds. I understand that the constant mutations and huge variety of cold viruses are such that a vaccine is nearly impossible.
But…
What about a cold medicine that actually does something to treat cold symptoms? (Whining) Why can’t medical science make it less miserable to have a cold? Why can’t medical science figure out a way to make it less contagious? Why, why, why?
It would be a huge money maker. I imagine that Big Pharma is all over it.
In the meantime, can we stop selling the cough syrups that don’t actually treat a cough? Maybe I have a particularly nasty cough, but even drinking codeine straight out of a jug barely puts a dent in it.
On the other hand, like anything else, there is a bright side to being home sick.
I have a perfectly valid excuse to huddle in and watch old movies. Oh, maybe not anything too complicated. Something with John Cusack in it. Rita Hayworth. Bill Murray. Cold medicine might not make me really feel any better, but it does make me stupid and inattentive.
I hadn’t ever seen Grosse Pointe Blank before. This was a perfect chance.
Anne Rice just released another Lestat novel. The timing is perfect.
I can reread all of Jane Austen.
I can drink hot lemon ginger tea until I burst.
I have an excuse for eating nothing but white rice and noodles.
The cat is happy to have me home.
Silver linings are everywhere.
I’m going to go look for one now!