“A family is a unit composed not only of children but of men, women, an occasional animal, and the common cold” – Ogden Nash
There is nothing about the common cold that is common for me. Ever since I was a child, my colds turn into lung a infection just short of the kind for which the Iron Lung was invented. For those not familiar with the Iron Lung, it was a device of torture used from the late 30’s to help people breathe through many lung ailments and has been out of fashion since the early 60’s.
I understand that it is also the name of a punk rock group from Seattle. Go figure….
Germs, cooties and bacterial sludge soup of every kind are on the lookout for me every single winter. It doesn’t help I suppose, that I work in a university of cootie producing young adults that touch everything without as much as a courtesy hand washing once a day.
I’m not sure why I get so sick when I catch a cold. Everyone else I know seems to be able to muddle through cold and flu season without much trouble. This year was particularly bad having developed a nasty case of bronchitis in October, November and January. For the last of which, I have been given massive doses of pills, including steroids and antibiotics. I feel like crap. The medication that is meant to make me better, is only making me feel drugged and listless.
Getting better each week but still really tired and a little out of sorts. I have been trying to blog and Dee had a really good blog this week so I am feeling a little inadequate. Blog envy I guess.
I bought new winter boots that made me feel a little better. Spending money always has that effect on me until the bill arrives.
I am dreaming today of New Mexico. Chuck and I are thinking of revisiting this year with a trip down the famous and infamous Route 66. When we were in Taos almost two years ago, we met a very sweet couple in a restaurant who were from Shamrock Texas. Bob and Linda, with the cutest accents you ever heard. They made us promise to call them on our way through Shamrock since it is on Route 66. Their directions were precious. “When you get to town, go to the gas station and ask them to call me”. I have already found their location via the web so finding them for dinner will be easy. I wonder what it would be like to live in a place so small that you could give someone that kind of direction?
Anyway, I am waiting for the weather to break, like the rest of you. I’m not sure of the date but the destination is Route 66 and the best road trip ever to see Bob and Linda, the cute couple from Texas. Do they shoot at people in Texas if you just show up at their house?
Your feet will bring you to where your heart is.