I have contracted the respiratory infection currently affecting many individuals, and it has taken quite a toll on me both physically and mentally. Typically, I am not prone to illnesses like colds or severe colds, which makes this experience particularly frustrating. Despite having had my tonsils removed years ago, I find that my throat is burning and inflamed, which seems perplexing given my medical history. Lacking a background in human anatomy, I may be missing something important about how my body is reacting to this infection. Over the past few days, I have been relying solely on liquids, soothing soups, and cough drops to alleviate the discomfort. In addition, I was fortunate enough to receive cough medicine from a dear friend who ventured out into the cold, braving the harsh weather to obtain medication for me. I am incredibly grateful for their kindness and support during this challenging time. As I prepare for bed tonight, I plan to take another dose of cough medicine, hoping it will provide me with the relief I need so I can finally get in a restful night’s sleep without being awakened repeatedly by bouts of coughing that seem to linger and disrupt my sleep.

I’m comfortably settled into my living room recliner, enjoying the excitement of WWE Saturday night’s main event, which is always filled with anticipation and drama. As I watch the thrilling matches unfold, I find myself popping cough drops like candy during the commercials, seeking a quick relief for my sore throat. Maybe I should revisit a childhood remedy I used to swear by and gargle with warm salt water. I remember the soothing feeling it brought and how, more often than not, it seemed to work wonders for me, allowing me to go to school the next morning without any issues. It’s fascinating how some old remedies can remind us of simpler times, when the biggest worries were homework and playdates.

I’d give anything to be a kid again at this moment to have my mother take care of me, bringing a sense of warmth and security that only she could provide, somehow always making a bad cold feel not so bad. I remember those days vividly when she would sit beside me, reading my favorite stories, her soothing voice wrapping around me like a cozy blanket. My dear mother is fighting her own battles right now, as I was informed, having come down with covid last week, bravely nursing herself back to health, demonstrating her resilience in a way that inspires me. If she can be that strong well into her eighties, facing the challenges of life with such grace and determination, then I truly believe I can handle my cold at my age and on my own. Still, there is nothing like a mother’s touch and comfort to make you feel better quicker; it’s a unique kind of healing that seems to transcend the physical, reaching deep into the heart and soul, making everything feel just a little more bearable in times of struggle.

Until next time we meet again,

David L

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