As a wheelchair using, tall toilet needing, reacher for socks kind of guy, I'm here to tell you that there is nothing more disabling than having a cold. I was doing fine but was struck down on Sunday late in the day. Suddenly there was that dryness at the back of the throat, I ignored it, it didn't go away. By morning my nose ran faster than I have in years. Is that irony? Who the freak cares?
I managed to get a few emails from work done, read a few pages in my book, but mostly just sat under my blanket and waited for health to beat down the nasties - so far it looks like the nasties have the upper hand. So, curled up and miserable I stayed in all day.
I'm not one to brave it and go into work when I'm sick. I don't like the idea of infecting others. I love sharing but there are things that you need to keep to yourself. Joe was lovely and ran about doing the chores and shopping that needed to be done. I think, primarily, to get away from my sneezing, snoozing self. Can't say I blame him as, when I looked in the mirror my nostrils looked like they had been ravaged by rats. A fun look.
So all in all, I'd rather deal with legs that don't walk than a nose that runs.