There really ought to be a better name for this than a cold. When you tell people, "I have a cold," they cluck, say "Oh I'm sorry," and then when you aren't around, they go, "Wuss. Wimp. Pansy." I know this because it's what I say when someone ELSE has a cold.
Unless they are my world's-last-perfect-man hubby, who when I told him I wasn't feeling well, said, "Oh, my poor dear darling, please don't give it to me." Except without the "Oh, my poor dear darling" and "please" part. (Apologies to Pioneer Woman, from whom I shamelessly stole that line. She has thousands of readers; it's not like she's going to wander over here and see that I've plagiarized her.)
There really ought to be a more descriptive term for the way I feel, but not quite as annoying as the old Nyquil commercials about achy feeling, stuffy head, runny nose, scratchy throat, blah blah blah blah. I think it's why so many people say they have the flu when they don't. It just SOUNDS better and generates more sympathy that just a nasty old cold. I'll bet when we have than flu pandemic that they are predicting will hit the U.S. in a few years, it won't really be the flu at all. It'll just be a common cold pandemic. And bird flu? Just the common bird cold.
I felt guilty calling my friend Rozmo and telling her I wouldn't be riding my bicycle tomorrow after all. "I have a cold" just isn't excuse enough to get out of a 66-mile bike ride. I should have said, "I have the flu," but she would have wanted a doctor's note. "My nose is runny, I keep sneezing, my throat hurts, my eyes are swollen, I've been coughing, my sinuses hurt," all sound like poor excuses not to go ride. The coughing was the deal-breaker. It's nearly impossible to ride a bike and cough at the same time, at least without endangering the lives of everyone around me.
If I miraculously feel better at 5:30 tomorrow morning when hubby goes to work, I'll suck it up and go ride. But I hope no one wakes me up at 5:30 and asks if I'm feeling better. There is the distinct possibility that the cold will go downhill and I'll have to call in Monday morning with the flu. Cough, cough.