The lights in Trinity Arcade brought a little warmth on a cold, bleak day in Perth.
Tag: cold
Today’s blog post is supposed to be about something that is fun. Normally, I could come up with a lot of things to write about on that topic, but not today.
Life was sailing along smoothly: no problems, not too much to worry about. nothing much out of the ordinary, until a few days ago.
I can’t even remember what day it happened. Was it Sunday? Yesterday? Actually, it could have been even earlier than that because time seems to have stood still.
Whatever day it was, by mid-morning I realised something was wrong. My usual allergy to just about anything that moves outside my building was in overdrive. I couldn’t stop sneezing, and my head hurt every time I coughed, which was too often. And by that night, the reality sunk in. Somehow, I, who never gets sick, had a cold.
My bedroom lamp turns itself on (with the help of Alexa and a Smart Switch) at 9 pm every night. I beat Alexa that night and was in bed by 8 pm, which is a recipe for disaster because I normally only need 5-6 hours sleep a night. If I’m asleep before 9 pm, I’m going to be wide awake at some crazy hour of the morning. And that’s exactly what happened, Not that my sleep until then was peaceful, but there I was, wide awake at 3 am.
I lost count of how many times I trudged to the kitchen for a glass of water, followed by trips to the bathroom (because that’s what happens when you drink a whole lot of water). And so, the next day, and possibly the day after, depending on which day it all started, have been no fun at all. My constant companions have been a box of tissues, my water bottle, and a bucketload of feeling sorry for myself.
Between coughing, sneezing, and sleeping (yep, me who never sleeps through the day), my blog posts were the furthest thing from my mind. Until now. Perhaps I’m coming out of the doldrums and moving back into some kind of ‘better’. Not 100% better, just a whole lot better.
This blog is about how not to have fun – it’s simple, just catch a cold.
Bears hibernate in winter, and so do I. At the end of Autumn I snuggle under a thick blanket, and I don’t peep out from under the covers until the first signs of Spring. While the 10 shades of winter are making their presence felt outside, I stay inside, where it is snug and warm.
The 10 Shades of Winter!
- cold!
- naked trees (barely a leaf in sight)
- frost on the ground
- ice, on any flat surface that bares itself to the elements
- drab, dreary colours
- so many layers of clothing – you feel like the Michelin man
- days that are too short and nights that are too long
- hot (healthy) soup, instead of ice-cream (just kidding)
- hot chocolate instead of milkshakes
- cold!
Luckily, I live in the northern rivers area of New South Wales, where winters aren’t too bad. Yes, they can be cold, but this year the winter has been mild. So I have ventured out, a little, but usually late in the morning, and I make sure I’m home before dark, because that’s when the cold sets in.
And as for hibernation? While the 10 shades of winter are out there, I’m in here, snuggled under a blanket – or two.
Will someone wake me up when Spring arrives?
Only when the 10 shades of winter have disappeared, and Spring is here, will I be ready to come out.