Guilt. Being sick is irresponsible. I should have taken more vitamin C. Or drunk more green tea. Or socialized more frequently, to toughen up my immune system.
Disaster. This stupid cold will probably linger for a month. I’ll end up with pneumonia. I’ll miss too many trips to the Y and gain fifty pounds and have to buy bigger clothes and go broke from the expense.
Chakra. Colds always begin in my throat. Fifth chakra. Obviously, I have trouble speaking my truth.
New Age. Why do I keep creating dis-ease in my body?
As sore throat competed with coughing fits, I crumpled onto my husband’s shoulder in a soggy heap. He patted my head. “Sorry you feel bad, Honey. It’ll be okay.” (He speaks Sweetheart.)
He tucked me into bed.
Shoot. I’m miserable anyway, so I might as well feel miserable on behalf of everybody else who’s got the sniffles, too. I breathed in the misery of all the world’s cold sufferers and breathed out good health and clear nasal passages for these fellow sickies. Breathed in their misery, breathed out good health. Ahh. Now you’re talking.