|Leek and Potato Soup (Image from Here)|
I've had a cold.
Not your average, runny nose, Nightnurse-doseable kinda cold. No, this has been like swimming through soup. Not a nice, clear consomme either. We are talking leek and potato here. I've been so ill, I've barely got out of bed for a week and that, even for me, is pretty extreme. I've still got a fruity cough, and a raspy voice so deep I could hire myself out to voice-over action movie trailers, but I think I'm over the worst now.
Being me, I like to look on the bright side however. And there is a bright side, not least that I actually survived the bloody thing which, at one point, I was seriously praying that I wouldn't! My brain has turned to porridge, I'm completely disoriented, and I have no idea where I am, not geographically but psychologically. And part of the recovery process is exactly that - recovering myself. I've been floating in a sea of greeny-grey guck, blind and deaf to anything but pure 'getting through'.
I've got a few days of silence to come over the Easter period, and being a bit more compos mentis, I feel like I can use the time in a constructive way to ground myself once more in where I am and where I want to be. Something of a retreat, really.
Sometimes, life forces you to press the RESET button, makes you stop and go back to somewhere near the start, remember who you are and what you want. And while I would rather not have the hacking cough, I think I'm rather glad to have the RESET button, because it's always good to do a little grounding now and again.
(There, something coherent came out in the wash. I knew it would.)