What’s the worst part of the flu? The cough, the flem, the drippy nose, the chills.How bout that liquid that fills your eyes and burns…I don’t have much of a problem with all that because modern science has come up with pills and liquids that take care of most of those symptoms. You can still get around without hacking and coughing on your neighbor.
The worst part, for me, is the depression. I just can’t make myself get moving. The dog looks at me with that little twist in her head that says "are we going for my walk now" and I just cower lower in my blankets, hoping that Rockford or Magnum will do something interesting so I can justify another hour in bed. Deadlines pass unmet, dinners uneaten, I’m just not up for anything. I took a shower the other morning — was to go to lunch with a friend — I then put on the same sweats I took off for the shower and climbed back in to bed.
This is not my way, but Mr. Flu just cuts me off at the knees.
I’m a bit better today. Not as much coughing, chills are down, and dammit, I’m walking to the post office with Max (the wonderdog, an entirely different story.). I’ve got to get out of this funk.
They say you break writers block by writing, anything. I’m getting out of this by doing something, anything…