Common cold is something that shares a constant bond with the mankind. If it sounds like an exaggeration, consider it holds true for this woman.
Here I am, sleepless and breathless and no-other-jobless at 3 AM, as I write this, long, petty, cribbing story of the (seemingly) simplest form of human suffering.
The earliest cold that I can recall, felt like the sun is setting a bit earlier and the world is shutting down silently. I don't remember much but for the bread coupled with hot tea and cold water sponges on my forehead.
Once during high school, Amma left me unattended, while I was down with a high tiring fever, for which I judged her mercilessly for prioritizing her career over her firstborn.
Third day of internship, 2016. There comes the one cold-come-fever that paralyzed my mind. I was posted in the surgical ICU and I was obviously supposed to perform CPRs and monitor each patient constantly. With teary eyes that couldn't face light and a blocked nose that had to push itself to let some air in, and some critical patients to be taken care of, I went to the nurse's room and cried.
The initial periods of internship gave me monthly episodes of cold, which was clearly shaming for a new doctor and made me take up a less- thought-over challenge.
The next cold hit me when I was posted in the Gynaecology-Obstetrics (the one that deals with women and births) which is the most dreaded posting- especially by the female interns (confident generalization). We weren't allowed to shut the doors of the receiving ward. Mysore was really cold, and interns were to be attending throughout the night, with the painful cold wind slapping our faces. I told my body- "deal with it alone, bitch; no antibiotics this time". By the next morning, I knew my left ear was in trouble, as the rounds-orders sounded as if somebody was desperately playing a damaged radio cassette.
Now I have the n-th cold of my life. My nose reminds me of a leaky tap and it has got painful scratches because I had been rough with it the whole day. Eyes crave some darkness but the nose wouldn't let the mind sleep.
Do you know what makes me feel the most helpless as the owner of this body? When I can't deliver that sneeze which started right at the core of my consciousness. This live write up is in the unborn memory of all the aborted sneezes.
Also, guys, when you have a cold don't blow your nose too harsh for
1) it might break some of the tiny blood vessels inside the nose and you will see blood
2) the backside of your nose connects to the ears, so you would send the bacteria to the new land and they'll start a family there.
A common cold goes by it's own, so just take some steam and chill, like me.
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