“You can’t burn a candle at both ends.”
“An apple a day keeps the doctor away.”
“An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.”
These adages played over and over in my head last night as I slept fitfully. Perhaps it was because I went to bed not knowing what I’d write about today or, more likely, because a sinus and bronchial infection I’d been running from for weeks finally caught up with me.
So in the midst of my fever, body aches, nausea, congestion and cough, all night long I was hallucinating medical sayings.
Added to the scrolling nocturnal banner of phrases was “Button up your overcoat,” which my mother had counseled me as we were chatting online the day before yesterday, when I told her I thought I was coming down with something. Her advice was figurative, as it was 92 degrees where I was. You know the song? Button up your overcoat, when the wind is free, take good care of yourself, you belong to me. She was trying to tell me to take better care of myself.
In the last four weeks, I have traveled more than 2,000 miles by car (it’s out there now leaking fatigue onto the driveway) and thousands more on germy planes. Anything in between is a blur.
Right now I am going to have an apple, crawl back in bed and dream of something happy to write about tomorrow.