I Need to Whine!

This doesn't qualify as a rant, I only rant about things that make me crazy, like the high cost of cancer drugs and the insanity of trying to sort out errors in my medical bills.

But I do need to whine, so here goes.

I've had a cold since Saturday, and I feel like crap. It's nothing serious, and it seems like half of Seattle is sick right now, so I certainly am not alone, but my throat hurts, my chest is full of gunk, and I'm running out of Kleenex.

I'm coughing, which hurts, and I have that exquisitely painful condition: Kleenex nostril--where the skin on my nose is red and tender from too much contact with tissues.

I didn't get up this morning till 10:30, which means I slept something like 13 or 14 hours. Obviously I needed it, because I was out cold. I've had to cancel things the past few days, including my volunteer stint at First Place, the school for homeless kids, and a coffee date with an old friend.

I hate having to do that.

To top it off, I'm behind on everything, so if you've been trying to contact me or I haven't done something I told you I would, that's the reason.

Oh, and I just turned down $500 from someone who wanted to put ads on my blog. That hurt, I was sorely tempted, but it didn't fit with my view of what I'm doing with this blog.

I'd really like to crawl back into bed, and I probably will do that in a couple of hours. Just baby myself for another day. Because I have an event tomorrow afternoon that I really don't want to miss: a get-together for freelance writers and editors sponsored by the Society of Professional Jouralists (SPJ) at REI downtown. I'm going with the writers in my small group writing workshop, and really looking forward to it.

The funny thing I've noticed about myself is that I don't whine (much) about my cancer like this--but a simple cold, now that's grounds for a whole lot of whining and bitching.

OK, I'm done.

@ Jeanne Sather 2008.

Comments

[Carver]

I hope you'll get over your cold fast. In the meantime, sleeping in sounds like the way to go.

[Dee]

I hope you get over your cold soon, too! Hey, if we can't whine about colds, then no one can! Whine away!

[jeanne]

Thanks, Dee. Whining this morning really helped me have a better day today.

[Lisa]

Sorry for the cold. I had hte flu a couple of weeks ago and it knocked me out cold. The fever came over me on my way to my parents and I felt too terrible to drive home so I crawled into the bed in my old room and my mom took care of me. It was the best medicine.

[jeanne]

Oh, that is so sweet. I think the best place to be sick is at home in your childhood room, no question.

But sorry you were sick. Better now? I swear half the people I know are sick or have been sick, maybe more than half (and I'm not giving it to them ...)

[Amorette]

You're entitled to whine. The common cold is the insult to cancer's injury; it hits us harder.