I have a cold.
Have I mentioned that?
I blame the church coughers.
Also, the multitude of people at my work who've been hacking up a lung for the last month or so.
And the handles on shopping carts, and the door knobs at the church and those grody little kids that I love who insist on getting up in my business.
Not to mention, my lack of a spleen/natural immune system.
Anyway, I have a cold.
And I'm a miserable sick person. I mean, miserable.
Give me cancer any day. I can handle a potentially deadly health threat with the grace of a gazelle. ... But when I have a stuffy (or runny) nose, all bets are off on how I'll handle stress or what kind of attitude I'll have.
So, I've been sniffling, sneezing, leaking and/or struggling to breath for over a week now. I've been wondering at how my nose has turned into a veritable snot factory. My energy has been sapped. (Even more so than usual.)
I noticed that I have a brand new growth on my forehead, and have been having flashbacks to both the first grade and September of last year.
Oh, and I have a scabby sore on my nose from blowing it too many times.
Folks, what I'm saying is: I am tired, I am stuffed up, I have a scabby nose and a warty forehead.
It's not pretty. (Literally or emotionally.)
I have been wondering what is wrong with my body, why I ever had to lose my spleen in the first place and what new stressor is making my stupid body revert to a childhood wart-causing virus. (Again.) I've been hating the cancer and wondering why it had to come along and wreck my body.
Basically, I've been feeling pretty sorry for myself. ... It's because I have a cold. I always get stupid when I have a stuffy nose. (Maybe my brain turns into boogers? I don't know.)
Enter the experience that turned my outlook around today...
This morning, I was walking through my office building when I noticed something unusual. Or, rather, someone unusual. (We bankers are coached, regularly, to pay attention to the height, build and general appearance of people we don't recognize. Call it an occupational hazard, but we have to stay on task and pay attention to our surroundings.)