It's funny how our mind works. I've been hit hard by a nasty cold. A nasty, nasty one, right off the heels of a week of early morning presentations and late night election revelry. Add to that cocktail, sneezy, cold infested coworkers and well yes, the minute my presentations were over, it felt like I'd swallowed a handful of razor blades. That was 4 days ago and I'm still enjoying the migration of symptoms from my throat to my head, nose and then chest. It's lovely.
But back to my point about the mind. I realized this morning, as I was surfacing from the coughing, sneezing fog, that I always feel a little put out by these common ailments that inevitably strike us all. It's like huh? A cold. For me. Excuse me? Haven't I fulfilled my "sickness" quotient and then some, by having diabetes? Don't I get some kind of hall pass for this kind of thing? I mean really!
But of course, that's silly. It kind of made me chuckle when I realized how absurd I was being. But still, I also get it. I understand the negotiation I'm having with the universe. I understand the feeling of "having paid my dues". It's my primal mind, my child mind, trying to make sense of it all. It's kind of sweet. And yes sad too, because of course, that's not how the world works, now is it.