It’s almost worth having a cold, for how wonderful you feel when it’s over. No, not when it’s over, when it’s almost over. You know that day? You have the day when you think it’s hit it’s worst, then the next day is even worse than that? And you have to cough and blow your nose, even though doing either one kills your head? And then the next day, you’re stuffy, but your eyes aren’t watering much and your head doesn’t hurt? Well, the next day. You’re almost totally better, but still just stuffy and snuffy and wheezy enough to appreciate how much better you feel today and how completely over it you’re going to be tomorrow or the next day.
Funny, isn’t it, how often you have to be in that balance between suffering and not-suffering in order to appreciate not suffering? Kind of gives you some insight on people who do controlled damage to themselves, doesn’t it? It does, me, anyway.
I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies, on the subject of Wild Rice, which I ate last night and did not like.
WRITING PROMPT: What’s the first smell a character notices when his or her cold is over enough for him or her to smell things?