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UNWANTED VISITOR

Unwanted Visitor -

This Cold.

Making me miserable.

Making me Feel -

Other worldly.

Cotton-brained and

Blurrry eyed.

Sneezing- sharing

Germs with

Throw pillows

And my cozy blanket -

Making apologies

As I snuggle

On the sofa


I wish for

The enemy to

Exit - take this evil and go.

Instead - 

I'm killing it softly

With an arsenal of vitamins,

Cold pills, antibiotics.

It will go down before

Seven to Ten days.


Or ELSE.

Blessings and may your days remain cold-free!

Comments

  1. So sorry you are under the weather. Hope you feel better soon!

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  2. Thanks, Pat. I am so impatient when it comes to feeling rotten. I know it will pass but the passing is painful!

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  3. Oh, I know how you feel. Take care of yourself and do feel better soon.

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  4. Poor thing. I used to have a chemistry teacher back in the dark ages who offered a helpful suggestion for anyone beset with a cold, for which there was no cure. He suggested stepping from the shower, and then standing in front of an open window to drip dry. That, he said, would likely lead to pneumonia, for which there IS a cure. (Unfortunately, one of the stages of recovery ... is a cold.)

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  5. I hope you feel better soon. I hate colds! One time on the Beverly Hillbillies, Granny said she had the cure for a cold. Mr. Drysdale got all excited until she told him "you drink the cure and then in 7 - 10 days you will be all right."

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  6. Sorry you are sick, but I did enjoy reading this.

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  7. Everyone at work (except me) has had a nasty tasted of cold season...and we all wear masks all day! I hope you feel better soon and now you can have immunity for the rest of the fall and winter!

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  8. Thanks yaya. I sure hope to have immunity after this. A really nasty bout with the aches and whole deal.
    On the tail end at last.
    Infection too so antibiotics are working.
    Spending a day in the country so have to feel good to enjoy this fall weather.

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  9. Take good care. Maybe this will be it for the winter?

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  10. Hoping you are feeling better. I keep remembering some crazy poem about Sniffles and Whiffles. If you recall its name please leave a comment. Was it Christopher Robin or Milne that wrote it? Any literary types listening?

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  11. would you mind helping my sister's granddaughter, Alyssa, by writing a story or dialogue as a grandmother would about angels on her website, http://friendsofalyssa.com/. She is a very sick 14 year old in the hospital with a brain malformation undergoing procedures with a pending craniotomy in the next few days when she gets her strength up.
    Here's what I wrote today on her messages page: Well, Sweetie. Guess you need to chow down and get some more strength. And maybe keep one eye open for that Guardian Angel who keeps giving more and more time to build up your energy level.

    Hey, let me know what your Guardian Angel’s name is? Is it a he or a she? Personally, I think it is a guy. I like their bigger wingspan myself. But then again the girl angels I heard have softer feathers. Let me know how the feathers feel. If you need to do deep breathing maybe a guy angel can help. The softer feathers are more ticklish. And I know you are ticklish.

    Hmmm. You got to start a journal with this angel. I’ll send you a blank book for this.

    PS. I hear angels do a lot of listening and watching while you dream.

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  12. Thank you so very much for your inspiring words to Alyssa. Maybe you'd like to share my 'Pray It Forward' post for her: http://crayzys.blogspot.com/2011/11/pray-it-forward-for-alyssa-14-year-old.html
    God Bless. Writing is so hard when it lays so heavy on your heart.

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