Head cold keeping me from doing what I like
This weekend I came down with a Spring Head Cold. You probably know the type. Stuffy head and congested lungs that makes you feel like what the cat leaves in the litter box. It was so bad that I stayed home from work yesterday and took a few naps during the day. To end the day yesterday, I went to bed with my chest covered with Vicks vapor rub.
This morning I awoke coughing the yellow mucus out of my throat and lungs. Its gross I know, but its reality. Afterwhich, I felt better than yesterday. So, with the sun shining, I got myself dressed and prepped for work. When I reached for the keys I asked myself if I wanted to take the motorcycle to work. There haven't been that many dry days to ride the bike to work. This morning was certainly one of the better days. But with reluctance, I grabbed the car keys instead of the bike keys.
You see, taking the bike this morning added an additional level of consciousness that I just didn't want to take. With a stuffy head, I didn't want to put on a helmet. With the temperature just over 50 degrees it would mean riding with the face shield closed and that wouldn't be pleasant. It would also mean throwing on the heavier jacket. But with the temperature expected to get into the high 70's, that heavy jacket wasn't going to feel comfortable on the way home. And what if I sneezed or had a coughing fit while riding, then I wouldn't be able to concentrate on the road and I would be a liability to others.
If I had to ride, then I would have pushed myself harder. If I felt better, then these inconveniences would not have come to my mind. But I didn't have to ride and I didn't feel that great, so I am glad of the choices I made. Driving the short 8 miles I had to work, I wondered about my brother Doug. In August 1999, was his hay fever acting up or did he have a cold on the day of his accident that took his life.
My bike is clean and shiney in the garage ready to go. It has new skin color on the saddle bags that I want to show off. Not having ridden since Saturday, I really want to ride. But this morning, I drove to work in the car with the heater on and the window open. I happy with the choice I made to leave the bike at home.
This morning I awoke coughing the yellow mucus out of my throat and lungs. Its gross I know, but its reality. Afterwhich, I felt better than yesterday. So, with the sun shining, I got myself dressed and prepped for work. When I reached for the keys I asked myself if I wanted to take the motorcycle to work. There haven't been that many dry days to ride the bike to work. This morning was certainly one of the better days. But with reluctance, I grabbed the car keys instead of the bike keys.
You see, taking the bike this morning added an additional level of consciousness that I just didn't want to take. With a stuffy head, I didn't want to put on a helmet. With the temperature just over 50 degrees it would mean riding with the face shield closed and that wouldn't be pleasant. It would also mean throwing on the heavier jacket. But with the temperature expected to get into the high 70's, that heavy jacket wasn't going to feel comfortable on the way home. And what if I sneezed or had a coughing fit while riding, then I wouldn't be able to concentrate on the road and I would be a liability to others.
If I had to ride, then I would have pushed myself harder. If I felt better, then these inconveniences would not have come to my mind. But I didn't have to ride and I didn't feel that great, so I am glad of the choices I made. Driving the short 8 miles I had to work, I wondered about my brother Doug. In August 1999, was his hay fever acting up or did he have a cold on the day of his accident that took his life.
My bike is clean and shiney in the garage ready to go. It has new skin color on the saddle bags that I want to show off. Not having ridden since Saturday, I really want to ride. But this morning, I drove to work in the car with the heater on and the window open. I happy with the choice I made to leave the bike at home.
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