I had the most impressive cold last week. Actually, I still have it - it's been eight days today. It started with just a tickle in the back of the throat and quickly blossomed into a full-blown lung-crushing wracking cough, replete with gross mucous and stuffed head and nose. Today the cough is a lot less, most of the grossness having been expelled over the last several days. But I am still marveling at how clinging this bug has been. It's exhausting!
I am reminded of the illnesses of my youth, when I was constantly on medication from about November until April every year with bronchitis, asthma and horrible colds and flus. This sickness felt like that, causing the extreme difficulty in breathing that I remember as a kid. I was prepared to have Derek take me to the clinic on Saturday to see if I had pneumonia. But by the end of that day I was starting to clear up, and today I am remarkably better, if not completely well yet.
It's my hope that this is all old energy and habits moving out of me. I would be thrilled if this is the last illness of its ilk that I ever experience. I'd be thankful to never wheeze again, have wet and heavy lungs, or the kind of stuffed nose that takes weeks to clear out. So, thank you illness for clearing all this junk out of me, and may I never experience a lengthy and painful illness again!