I Think I'm a Big Baby.......

Going on day 15 of the worst cold I've ever had. I use up half my energy picking up used Kleenex tissues and the other half blowing my nose and coughing. I cough so hard that I have pulled a muscle in my chest wall right behind my.....well you know.

It's funny how we take it for granted when we are feeling well. I keep asking myself why do I waste time when my head is clear and sharp? Now that it's plugged with body fluids and cold medicine, I can barely think long enough to write this blog post.

Then I think about all the writers who have permanent physical infirmaries. How do they do it? How do they plow through constant fatigue, pain, discomfort and limitations? I have Rheumatoid Arthritis, but I have many more good days than bad.

After this cold is gone, I resolve to appreciate the good times - the days when I feel well enough to get lots done. It's like a new year's resolution....only kinda late.

What do you do when you feel poorly? Do you keep writing or give up, lay down and wait to be well?