It Was Bound to Happen

Spring has always been my favorite season. The deadness of winter is shaken off and new growth appears.

As I’m writing this many of the fruit trees resemble popcorn bushes on steroids. The redbud trees are loaded with their purple blooms.

I know that doesn’t make sense. I didn’t name them. I’m simply tellin’ y’all what’s going on outside currently. Besides, try saying redbud three times really fast. Yeah, that wasn’t too hard for most of you.

But, now attempt to say purplebud just as fast. You see. There is a method for such madness.

I haven’t hidden my hardships and heartaches on my little blog here. This is my spot to bleed. It’s good therapy that I can afford.

One thing I have been blessed with is very good health. I think it has helped that I’m pretty much back to driving during the day and sleeping mostly at night. My Circadian Rhythm is finding it’s groove again.

But, last Wednesday evening, as I was lying down for a long winter’s nap in the sleeper berth of the rig I drive I felt something that I knew wasn’t a good thing.

It began as a tiny spot just above my vocal chords. I decided to do the manly thing and try to ignore it, hoping it would go away.

Instead, it got bigger. I wished for some table salt to throw back there to attempt to stifle the ache and end the inevitable. All I could find was a throat lozenge that I’ve been hauling around for several months for just such an occasion. You see, I wasn’t totally unprepared…just under-prepared.

This is my first head cold of this winter season. And it’s a dozy.

Now that I’m divorced and living all by myself it appears to me why men get married in the first place. I get pretty tired of hearing myself complain about not being able to breathe through my nose like I usually do.

A GOOD woman will comfort and understand. She’ll call in the troupes and send reinforcements as needed to help alleviate all this misery.

Right?

Now y’all know why I’m divorced…I suppose.

What I actually did to try to overcome this dreaded disease on Saturday afternoon won’t make sense to any couch potatoes out there. But I don’t care what y’all think cuz I’m in complete misery now. It’s every man for himself…especially with no woman folk to cheer me up.

I went for a run in my park. I told you it wouldn’t make sense to some of you. But, I discovered that a good sweat can burn out a cold faster than just sitting around being miserable…even if you do have a significant nuther to help.

The only problem was the outside temperature wasn’t the most conducive in helping me on my mission…even with layers on.

It also didn’t help that I couldn’t breathe well enough to keep a good pace going long enough to keep a good sweat raising my body temperature for a significant enough amount of time to help end this misery..

Some days a guy can’t win for losing…but I tried.

Now that I’m home I have a full arsenal of lozenges and pills to counteract this attack. But, I’m still in misery…and lonely…and struggling to breeb.

But, it’s back to work on Sunday afternoon for this poor soul. Apparently tax refund season is mattress buying season.

The paychecks are finally looking good…as good as the purple redbuds and their popcorn friends.

Up north they say March either comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb or the other way around. Nobody said nothin bout a lion grabbing a fella by the throat in the middle of the month, shaking him around like a rag doll before leaving him on an animal trail only to get trampled on by a herd of elephants.

Don’t tell me I’m still not getting no sympathy. Y’all are miserable, too…only in a completely inhuman way.

Did I mention spring is my favorite season?

Now if I could just breeb right.

I’ll see you later. Wade