The Summer Hot

That's what I'm going to call it, because up until two days ago, I had never heard of this "Summer Cold" nonsense.  When I got back from Colorado, I began feeling some aches, pains, sore throat, etc... I ran through it one day (10 miles, to be precise), and continued to will myself (to no avail) away from feeling sick.

So the sore throat worsened, headaches continued, runny nose began, so I started whimpering.  Those of you who know me understand, and those that don't, well, I don't do well with colds, flues, or any other forms of sickness.  The worst was when I woke up feeling like I was going to throw up the other night.  To me, there are few worse feelings on earth than waking up to your body telling you it's time to turn inside out.  Now, common sense would indicate that the sooner you purge, the sooner you can go to sleep... and I know people who can do that.  I, however, am not one of those people.  I'd rather sit in a cold, vicious sweat, shaking uncontrollably, and praying that if indeed it does start moving up from my stomach to my mouth, I'll make it in time to the bathroom before spraying the walls (okay, backing off on the details now..) To put it simply, I'd rather gnaw on a porcuburger (with pointy things still attached) than throw up. 

So, instead of taking medicine, seeking medical attention, etc., I've just been whining myself through the past few days, hoping this thing will go away.  As I was wallowing in my own self pity, Chebon mentioned that I had a summer cold.  I was shocked to see that not many people were as dumbfounded as I by that statement.  In fact, I've since spoken with many people who have not only recently experienced the same, but all seem to know "people" who have it right now.  How is it that I'm in my thirty third year of life and have never heard of this summer cold? Okay, bad question.. There seem to be many things I've never heard of, so that doesn't really count.

Anyway, I'm still sticking to the notion that the summer cold does not exist.  To help on that theory, I'm going to call it the summer hot, and mine's a doosy. 

And before you roll your eyes at me for calling it a summer hot, think of it this way: we all know I love "hot dishes" (termed by my family, apparently a Minnesota/Northern thing - something like goulash) and everybody loves making fun of me when I mention having it by saying, "well, if you're gonna have hot dish, can we have cold plate? har har har har yuk yuk yuk."  So if you people can have your cold plates, I can have my summer hots.  Now, excuse me while I go whine some more.