ABOVE THE FOLD: The Cold
December 7, 2019
Hello Saturday! I'm writing today completely stuffed up and cranky. I'm having a pity party, which is kind of stupid, really. I moved into my dream cottage, I'm surrounded by my friends and family, I am exactly 1106 feet from the beach (thank you Google Earth for measuring that for me). I've realized there's a light at the end of the tunnel, and life is about to become wonderfully wonderful again.
But, I have a cold.
A damn, stupid, stuffed nose, drippy, idiotic cold. And, I want my mommy.
I have given birth to three children and have had multiple knee surgeries, including a total knee replacement. I'm a tough broad. Seriously, I'm of Spartan descent. We don't mess around. And, here I am, brought to my knees by a COLD.
As Yoda would say to me, "Wimpy, you are."
I believe our bodies give us messages. Some are in your face. You know, like, "Don't touch that fire, you'll regret it." Others are more subtle. I think this cold is my body's way of telling me, "Everything is alright. Just slow down and give yourself a chance to breathe...even if it's through 24 gallons of snot." So, that's what I'm doing. I'm running out to get more Zyrtec, Elderberry syrup and Airborne. I have Purehaven's BE WELL Essential Oil diffusing (yes, shameless plug - this oil is amazing).
I may even eat a clove of raw garlic, as suggested by my childhood friend, Mary LaSita. I just ate yogurt, so I'm thinking I might wait a while on that one. My palate can only handle one thing at a time. Plus, yuck.
This crazy holiday season, listen to the messages your body is sending you. Drink lots (I mean lots) of water. Focus on breathing. Wash your hands all day long. Sneeze into your elbow (please). Do a good deed for someone (I've always believed paying it forward can get us through anything).
And, if you get a yucky, booger-driven cold and your mom is no longer here to take care of you, feel free to send me a message. I'll make you laugh and feel better.
"See" you all next week. Ah-choo!
Stella lives in Miller Place, NY and Orlando, FL (mostly Miller Place, these days) with her husband, Dan, and her loving and lazy yellow lab, Toby. She's the mom of three totally self-sufficient adults (serious shout-out here, folks). She's crazy in love with her gorgeous and brilliant grandchildren, James and Lilly (not named for Harry Potter's parents, but love the connection). She's the Co-Founder of eleven07 Main, a Public Relations Firm, located in New York. Cooking for those she loves is her passion. In all she does, she lives by the motto: Pay It Forward.
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