When your blog title hints that there may be challenges when you go upwards of 50, you know eventually it will actually talk about aging. So here you go…
A few weeks ago I got a cold. Just a cold. Common, if you will. A little post nasal drip, stuffy head, raspy sounding throat. No fever. No flu. Just a cold.
And yet, it took two weeks and counting (as I still keep a tissue box close at hand) to funnel this cold out of my body. I have trouble sleeping, my nose is still tender, and I get a little tired mid day.
I remember days, days that were not too long ago, where a cold would take me two or three days to get out of my system. I didn’t even need cold medicine: hot tea with honey and lemon, a little extra sleep…and boom…it was gone.
Well now- it takes forever.
And the worst part it, I take better care of myself now. I sleep more. I eat better. I do all the things that you are supposed to in order to be healthy. But I still get colds, and they linger.
I got the cold from my daughter. She had a few sneezes and sneezed the cold right out- didn’t miss a day of school or any activity. She barely slowed a step. And I was the big lout that was laying on the couch watching mystery reruns and drinking concoctions with lemon and vinegar and ginger, single handedly keeping the aloe lotion tissues companies in business.
I don’t like this. I don’t like colds. I don’t like nursing them. I don’t like getting older. I want my old body back, my energy, my immune system.
But it’s not coming back. All I can do is maintain what I have. And that appears to be an uphill battle. I spend more time taking care of myself then ever before, but it appears I’m not doing enough. But what is enough? Wrapping myself in bubble wrap? Bathing in hand sanitizer? Inoculating myself against everything?
Today I whine a little. I rethink the Gaga/Cooper performance from the Oscar’s (OK- that makes me feel really. really young) and I blow my nose for the millionth time. I know I’m 99% better, but still… there’s a new world order racing through my body, and I have to deal with it.
I don’t want to, but I must.