Posted by: chlost | May 17, 2011

A little wimp

When you write a blog, you can create your own personality. I am able to make it seem as though I am a very good person with no personality flaws. No one would know the difference. In reading this blog, you may have thought of me as a loving grandmother, a middle-aged mother of adult children, a person who champions the underdog for little pay. Yup! That’s me!! In reality, I could be a twenty-something male resident of a high security prison, just playing at being a good person.

I’m not, by the way.

A prisoner that is.

Or in my twenties.

Or male.

But if you think I have no character flaws, I have done my job well.

Today, however, I am going to admit something here which will totally change your opinion of me. It is something that I am not proud of, but I can’t change. This trait only rears its ugly head occasionally, but it is happening now.

I am a wimp when I get sick. For the past four days I have had a cold. The fill up your head with snot until it is running out of every orifice in your head, then drag it down into your chest kind of cold.  Dayquil has become my drug of choice. The Kleenex box is my constant companion. I refuse to hug, kiss, or shake hands with anyone I love or care about (but anyone who is on my s**t list had better watch out!). I have been sneezing, coughing or blowing my nose-sometimes simultaneously- almost constantly for four days.

If it were ever to happen that I suffered from a real illness, I would not be one of those who is described as “bravely fighting her disease”. You know those kinds of people. They never complain, keep a smile on their face, and try to cheer up all of their family and friends. No, that would not be me.

My admiration for those people knows no limitation.

My complaints about my cold have sometimes been veiled but real. Someone innocently asked “How are you today?” Rather than just saying “I’m fine!” as they expected, I made sure that they knew that I was suffering with this cold. I explained to the people I dealt with that I would not shake their hand to avoid giving them my cold… awful, *sniff*  horrible *cough, cough*  cold.

If you are old like me, you may remember the days when you stayed home when you were sick. That included a cold. If you watch the old reruns of Leave it to Beaver or The Andy Griffith Show, you would see that when the kids were sick, they were put into bed and the doctor was called. The doctor actually came to the house back then!!!! In the movie You’ve Got Mail and its predecessor, The Shop Around the Corner, the female lead comes down with a cold and is recovering at home during a pivotal scene. That is my kind of world. What happened to that?

Suffice it to say, I am a wimp when it comes to being sick. But this is as far as I am willing to go in revealing my true character.

As far as anyone reading this blog is concerned, other than that, I am perfect.



  1. You’re definitely not alone … either in being a wimp while sick or in being sick now. I hope your cold doesn’t last as long as mine has. *hugs*

    • Thanks-cold is almost gone!

  2. I hate being sick. When I was still working I couldn’t afford to be sick no matter what.

    • My job doesn’t allow me to take time off to be sick unless it is life-threatening. So far, no cold has met that standard.

  3. I don’t like being sick. But I am the sort who will say I’m “fine” when asked, even if I’m on death’s door. I can’t help it – it’s a reflex.

    • My reflex is to say that I’m fine, but I squeeze in some way to make it obvious that I am not…..what does that say about me?

  4. You’re a wimp when you’re sick? Are you sure you aren’t a male?

    Only teasing. My hubby doesn’t handle being ill either, so when you said that, it made me think of him.

    If that’s your only character flaw, you are close to perfect. Make sure you let your husband know that 😉

    • My husband is worse than me in being a wimp, but at least he is more honest about it.

  5. Nothing can humble us like the common cold. While it is there, it is all consuming. Start to feel a bit OK and a coughing fit or raw throat brings your attention back. A cold is a demanding, jealous lover.
    Just wallow in it and realize, you will out live it.
    Feel better soon and get back to your practically perfect self.

    • Nearly perfect again, Patti! Thanks!

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