Left my camera behind at my apartment this a.m., and only now (10:00 p.m.) am I back. Took some good portraits of Dearest at her request, using her son’s camera, so I may add one of those later. For now, the ancient B&W shot of me relaxing in the sun back in the 1960s is fine. I still feel like that most of the time.
Okay, I’ll be honest: I feel like shit. I’ve been coughing for over a week, not a bad or deep cough, just an annoying one that’s constantly there, dry and unproductive. It wears me out and makes it difficult to complete a sentence. Which brings me to a favorite gripe – the feeble and misleading names we use for common illnesses.
Take “cough” for example. I am coughing, yes, but why do I say, “I have a cough”? Or even worse, “I have a cold.” What does cold have to do with anything? I thought scientists have proved that people who sit in a draft with their feet in ice water don’t come down with “colds” any more frequently than a control group with their feet in chicken soup – okay, I’m making up the chicken soup part, but the disease we call a cold is caused my one of the hundreds of rhinoviruses; “rhino” being Greek for “nose,” hence the animal with a horn protruding from its, well, nose, is called a “rhino,” or “nose.” Wouldn’t it be better to say, “I have a rhino,” when we’re sniffling and sneezing and coughing?
And don’t get me started on “stomach flu.” Influenza is a respiratory disease, which means it gets in your lungs. The “flu” has nothing whatsoever to do with the stomach. What you’ve got is gastroenteritis, usually accompanied by “the runs,” need I say more? The trots? Anyway, “I’ve got a stomach bug” would be preferable to “flu,” but I really like the lilt of “gastroenteritis.” If you can come up with a short form other that “gastro,” let me know. (Sounds too much like “Castro,” who is also a pain the butt.)
Now that I’ve made you all sick, have a nice *achoo* day.