For months, I escaped most of the germ cycle.  I received my flu shot.  I wash my hands.  I don’t lick doorknobs or shopping cart handles or people I don’t know.  My ears, nose, and throat remained plague-free.

Until about four days ago.

I have a rotten cold.  And if you know me at all, you’ll recall that anything to do with nose/mucus grossness becomes all my nightmares given flesh [1].

My friends think the phrase “real people sick” [2]  is bizarre.  “You’re a real person, Kerri,” is what they say.  (“Stop whining about your cold, you big baby,” is what they add.)  But dealing with a foolish, run-of-the-mill cold irritates me more than the most intense diabetes management day because I am just not used to being “real people sick.”  Diabetes, I’m used to.  Pump sites and finger pricks and CGM data is part of a normal day.  But a running nose and sort throat, that hacking, nastytown feeling that takes over my shoulders and neck when I’m playing host to cold germs?  Far less tolerable.

For now, my backpack is stashed with Kleenex (both new and used – ew!!!!!) and cough drops.  I hate my nose until further notice.  And once this cold retreats, I’ll be forever grateful that the only crud I have to lug around is diabetes-related. [3]

1.  Really.  Go read Neil Gaiman’s Troll Bridge.  It’s a gorgeous piece of writing that stops me cold every time.  It’s simple, evocative, and full of stolen moments.

2.  Real People Sick: The differentiation between blood sugar issues and the common cold. Phrase slips out most often when the diabetic admits to not feeling well and must specify that it is not blood sugar related.

3.  Footnotes in a blog post are silly.  So is this.