Suddenly out of nowhere, on a beautiful warm New York day in June, I am felled by a summer cold. Just like that. I feel so oxymoronic.
It’s probably my body’s delayed reaction to my refusal to take things more slowly after the stress of international travel. A kind of biological work slowdown, the employee’s union of my system sending a stern warning to management about unfair conditions on the job.
In any case, war has clearly been declared, and that war is being fought with yours truly as the battle zone. No sense in fighting it. All I can do now is get plenty of sleep and drink plenty of water.
Which is probably what I should have done before I ever got this summer cold.
Some people would call it a ‘healing crisis’ instead of war. And thanks, I’ll add “I feel oxymoronic” to my internal dictionary now 🙂 get well soon!!
I like that: “healing crisis”. 🙂 Thanks!