Got the lurgie

 Suffering from a mild cold that I have blown up in my mind to plague proportions.

Now sneezing and whinging and cursing fate.

I never did claim to be resilient, anyone who's ever seen me with the slightest illness would know that to be a bold lie any way.

Imagine living fulltime with an illness that leaves you feeling debilitated, fatigued, sore and sorry.

I know why the elderly complain (getting close myself). Waking up feeling tired and sore, and never really getting over it, it's not much of a life when the body starts to wear out. Or is it? It's still a life, with a big move in perspective that quality might be found.

There's a lot to be admired in people who can set aside all of these worldly irritations and find some calm.

It's mostly perspective, if you're able to zoom out then all the petty things in your specific life can be seen at the correct scale.

I'm great at giving advice, but I fall down in practising my own wisdom. This is one example where I regularly do fall into the pattern of fixating on annoyances, grievances and so on. A couple of breaths and zoom out perspective, it would likely shortcut that sort of thing.

Maybe something I could try. But only on a day where I'm not coughing and sneezing and wallowing in self-pity. I'm not going to miss this opportunity to moan to everyone about this terrible illness.