I have a Cold

I remember being little and hearing, “Feed a cold…starve a fever…”

I also remember my mother telling me that you can sweat out a cold. At this moment, I am sitting in my messy room wearing as much clothing as is humanly possible to wear. I refuse to get sick. Rather, I refuse to get sicker.

On the plus side...fevers are slimming...

I respond to illness in two distinct ways. I embrace the illness – very Camille – very dramatic – very I - am - too - weary - to -come - to - the - phone …* * hacking cough * *….. if - I - do - not-awaken - from - my - slumber - it’s been - fun …* *sneeze* *…..speak - fondly - of - me ….or, conversely, I will run around at hyper speed, doing MORE than I normally would, resisting the thought, the notion, that some stupid virus has decided to attack my immune system.

Once, in college – I had an abscess in my throat. It was this infected mass, that the doctor said he would lance if it didn’t heal over the weekend. Well, do you think that stopped me from going to an amazing after party? No!!!!! Decked out in my best disco glam, I walked into this freezing warehouse and went straight to the bar (this was when they still had bars at after parties…pre-energy bars….pre-Rave...and when a Saturday night without drinking was unimaginable). In fact, by drinking straight vodka – the abscess vanished, and although extremely hung over, that irritating infection was gone. I’m not planning on hitting the bottle tonight, but I didn’t sit at home, either.

Tonight I went to a swell art opening and to a Drag Queen Bowling event. Both were very fun, since I was souped-up on Dayquil and the Chinese herbs that my sister, the acupuncturist, sends me. Now I am home, considering my recovery strategy. I have hot tea, and I just drank this Echinacea/Goldenseal herbal mix and took some more Chinese herbs…. I love Chinese herbs. You get to take 5-7 pills three times a day. Very sparkle, Neely, sparkle – but instead of being quaaludes, it’s some forsythia bush/peony seed natural combo.

I am off to bed, convinced I will be better in the morning.
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