Entries in cold (3)


We're done


I’m a pretty patient person.  I’ve been called flexible, strong and resilient.  Right now, I feel none of those characteristics. I’m at the end of my tether.  I am done.

For the past few months, I’ve tried hard to stay positive but I really can’t fake it anymore.

I’m over Winter.  So over it.

As a girl that usually loves the coldest months of the year, I feel sad to have turned on my old friend.  Unfortunately this old friend has stayed too long.  Way too long.  I need it to go.   Now.

My favourite season is usually a time of joy for me.  The opportunity to wear layers of warm clothing, wrap myself in coloured wool scarves and pull on thick stockings and boots.  Every day.

Waxing and shaving and pedicures aren’t as important.   At least not if you’re single.  (If we’re dating and you’re reading this, I’m talking about a friend.)

You can rug up in a giant coat, head out and catch up with friends, either sitting outside under giant heaters or in a cosy bar that has exceptional heating.  There’s spicy curry and piping hot pho … hot chocolate and red wine …  giant bowls of pasta or steaming sticky date pudding.  Warm food fills your belly and because you’re wrapped in layers of baggy clothes you don’t notice a few extra kilos from constant carb overloading and comfort eating.

Everyone looks good in puffer jackets.

When it rains you count your blessings for an office job.  Your trusty umbrella becomes a constant companion.  On the weekend, it’s a great excuse to stay in, drink coffee and binge on Netflix.  Uber Eats means you never have to leave the warm cocoon of your house.  Winter can do its thing outside as you watch it in awe through rain soaked windows.  

Beanies and gloves give you more reasons to accessorise, even if it does take you a few extra minutes to take everything off when you arrive at your chosen destination … then another ten minutes at the end to put it all back on again.  In Winter you don’t care.  It’s a ritual we all enjoy for three months.

Except this Winter hasn’t just rolled in and out in three months.  It feels like it started in March (supposedly Autumn) and is still here now …. allegedly Spring.  We’ve endured seven long months of Wintery weather – and as much as I’ve just highlighted all the great things about that time, I’m very much done.

It’s almost become a joke. The one thing every conversation is started with.  “God, how cold is it?  I’m SO over Winter.”   We nod in agreement.

Except for those lucky enough to escape for a few weeks to a warmer climate overseas.  Europe.  Bali.  Fiji.  Anywhere that has sunshine and blue skies.   The rest of us scroll through their endless post of Instagram photos, jealously wondering why we weren’t smart enough to book a holiday and get an instant injection of Vitamin D.   We sneer at classic hotdog legs on a beach photos as we turn the heater up a notch.  Done.  We’re all done.

No more grey skies.  No more temperatures in the teens that ‘feel like’ single digit figures.  No more storms or showers or rain.  No more of that bitter wind that cuts you in half with icy sharpness. 

I love you Winter, I really do, but you’re making us all depressed.  It’s too cold and wet to exercise outside.  I need fresh air and nature to be a better human being.  Sunshine makes me happier.  I want to eat salads and drink more water, but come on.  Would you be shoving lettuce in your mouth on a 9 degree day?  I don’t think so.  

So how about this?  You go and visit our cousins on the other side of the world, and once they’re done with you, say in nine months, you can come back and we’ll hang out again.  Deal?


Sick of being sick 

I’m not very good at being sick.  Actually that’s a lie, as this year I’ve been sick more than ever so obviously practice makes perfect.  I’ve mainly had a continuous head cold (currently up to week four of the one I caught in Perth) with the occasional addition of a sore throat or bronchitis.  I’m good at catching stuff, I’m just not very good at ‘being sick’ like normal people.  I’m not sure what to do.

Whenever I’m not feeling well people (usually at work) say the following to me, “Why are you here?  You need to go home and rest!” 

Rest?  What exactly is that?

Here lies my problem.  I don’t know what rest up means.  Am I meant to stay in bed for two days straight and attempt to sleep?  Is resting all about sitting on the couch for hours watching mind numbing TV?  Pumping yourself full of vitamins with a hot water bottle and a pile of Who magazines? 

I find it hard to do absolutely nothing. Sure, I like to chill out and watch TV sometimes but the thought of lying around feeling sorry for myself doesn’t make me feel good at all.  It makes me feel guilty.  Like I’m wasting time.  So I’d rather just do a little bit of work (or head into work if I’m not going to spread my germs) and keep things moving along while my body does what it needs to do.

It’s fine to sit and reply to emails if you feel a bit under the weather.  It’s not like I’m doing manual labour.  I can keep the house clean and tidy – and I still need to eat so a bit of shopping is okay.  I just need to carry a lot of tissues with me.  And my social life?  Well yes, I cut back a little bit, but I’ll be climbing the walls if I don’t have human contact after a few days. 

My current shitty headcold doesn’t seem to want to go away no matter what I try. Even a spot of resting (working from home for two days). I’ve avoided drinking with no luck.  Getting drunk didn’t kill it off.  Good food vs junky crap showed little result.  I’ve eaten enough kale and other super foods to become my own nutritionist.  Nada. Exercising / Not exercising means nothing – I feel more bleugh if I don’t get off the couch and surely those endorphins will kill the bugs, right?  Sleeping for hours on end (almost too much sleep) vs not enough just proved to me that 10 hours sleep is heaven, but I’m also okay with six.  Nothing worked.  Nothing made me feel better.  Another good reason to not spend monotonous hours watching Dr Phil and drinking herbal tea.  

I’m still lost.  Still confused as to how to ‘be sick’.  Given the weather continues to impersonate Winter, I’m thinking this cold is here to stay.  If you have any ideas on how I can ‘rest up’ and not die of boredom, I’d appreciate it.  Just don’t text me between 12noon and 1pm, that’s when Ellen is on.  


Holiday rip off

I’m sick.  Nothing new there, except that I’m on holidays.  The only other thing worse than being sick on holidays is when it rains on holidays.

I’ve had both.  Which is why I’m feeling ripped off.

Its been a tough few months with lots of changes – especially at work – so I was looking forward to a long break, heading back to sunny Perth to catch up with friends.  Natty Nat and I had also booked to do Cape to Cape – a tiny 135km walk over seven days.  A great way to get some exercise, clear my head and soak up the beautiful scenery of Margaret River.

The week started off well.  Natty Nat and I embarked on the first few days of our trek with excitement – and a little trepidation – could we do it?  Would we get through the long 22km days?  Could we finish without stacking it?  (A common occurrence for us both.)

By day four I was feeling elated, proud of what we’d done so far – hiking up and down hills, scaling rocks, walking four hours through scrubland - and looking forward to the next few harder, longer days.   Sure, the red wine and cheese we had that night helped a little, but I was finally relaxing into my holiday.

Then the rain kicked in.   And cold wind.   Walking for 22kms on a beach in freezing gale force winds while being pummeled with hail and rain isn’t a great way to spend six hours.  Suddenly my little adventure wasn’t as much fun as I’d hoped.  Thank God I’d made a last minute purchase for a rain jacket.  $200 and a wet weather policy was never part of my plan. 

Two days later I woke up with a headcold and cough.  Bang, just like that.  What a surprise.

I popped some Codral and packed a stack of tissues and soldiered on.  The rain and wind got worse, but I was determined to finish.  When we finally reached the Cape Leeuwin Lighthouse, I was tired but happy.  That night I lost my voice.  

We headed back to Perth and I bunkered down in a friend’s apartment spending quality time alone on her couch with a doona.  The cold weather and rain continued.  My strappy tops and short skirts stayed packed away in my suitcase.  My usual black cardigan with thick stockings and boots I frequented in chilly Melbourne became my holiday wardrobe.  Not a ray of sun in sight.

Now I’m back home and the weather still hasn’t realised it’s Spring yet.  I’ve spent more time in bed sleeping than catching up with friends and frankly, I’m a little depressed about it.  Tomorrow I go back to work – and as much as I love my job, going back with a slight chest infection and white pasty skin isn’t exciting me that much.  I’m meant to look happy, healthy and glowing.  I’m not. 

My holiday expectations were way under par – where can I apply for a refund?