FOUND MY CURE
Tuesday Oct. 2, 2018
I felt strong.
And capable.
Enter … the common cold.
Reduced to whining wimpy weenie without strength or purpose or vitality, tired, sore, nose leaking like a bad radiator. Oh yeah, my vehicle – perhaps in sympathy, blew its rad.
Head gained weight overnight that first night.
Bereft of energy I became lazer-focused on one thing: when can I go back to bed?
Yes, I know it is soon flu-season and everyone is talking flu shots, ongoing pandemic risks and the need to be healthier. I just want to remove my head from my neck …
These last few days feeling like a spent pile of soggy tissues shifted slightly to mid-groggy. I was, at best, a better rested sniveling weakling.
Then I saw a piece in the news: aging Albertans are a fiscal time bomb. Really?
%+!_%R!$*~%$)_!@ … yes, really!
I felt my strength returning, though voice/throat took a little longer.
Notwithstanding Alberta’s young to old ratio being better balanced than any other province in Canada that writer had the temerity to paint a large sector of the population to whom he probably owes much of his life, liberty and opportunities as a time bomb.
In any event – he awakened a force that can, in my mind, only be described as a new ‘cure for my common cold’. Get riled. Gee p-o’ed. Getting the proverbial kick in the teeth from an ignoramus was all I needed to lift my spirits.
OK, maybe I was getting better anyway, but now I’m fired up.
Better now. Mitigating factors refreshed my disposition: nice people, kind note in the mail, new client with a challenging project.
