Okay, it isn’t really much of a cold, it feels like I’ve got a five inch wide head filled with about 15 inches of cement.
My sinuses hurt, like someone is poking me in the eyes with a stick, but from the inside of my head.
And yesterday it felt like that stick was poking the backs of my eyeballs, today it’s more like the bottoms that are being pressed on.
And I feel like I’d like to just lie down and sleep.
You know …
I can’t nap. I can’t lie down in the middle of the day and go to sleep.
My mind just races rings around all the things I feel like I need to do.
So if I go to bed I’ll need something to do. And usually that means taking my computer with me. Also, my Kindle and even a few printed books.
And that would be a man cold
The idea of a “man cold” is that men are so big and tough, until they get sick, even the littlest bit sick, and then they need to be looked after, because no one gets sick like a man.
For some reason, i missed out on that ability. When I’m sick, I’m usually told to rest.
And then when the person who told me to rest gets home and asks me if I did, well, I can’t lie, and it seems I can’t lie about lying down either.
Just say no!
Yes, I confess that I couldn’t quite find a free moment or two when I could lie down and rest.
I mean, I get it, she wants me to recover. But I keep seeing things that need doing. Or thinking them up.
And even when she’s home, I try to help with the things she’s doing, and if I’m not doing that, I’m seeing or thinking of things I know need to be taken care of.
When I’m not well, like now when the air is rattling in my lungs a bit, there will be fewer things that my partner wants done, and I know, even though she’s not saying it, that it’s because she wants me to rest, or at least not have as much to do.
And that’s when things that I’ve been wanting to do get done.
Things like turning over the front porch furniture cushions so they’ll dry out. Or little fixes on things, watch batteries, moving things to new places that make them more accessible, baking banana bread.
When the things I usually do need doing, I’m in! Stand back. I’ll do the laundry, wash up the dishes, drive a few hundred miles, and bake banana bread.
Doesn’t mean I won’t whine a bit, though. I am a man, after all.
A man, with a cold … and ADHD.