Who Gets a Cold in This Heat?

Who gets a cold in the middle of summer? Apparently, me.

While everyone else seems to be enjoying the sunshine, ice creams, and warm evenings, I’ve spent the last few days wrapped up, shivering, coughing, spluttering, and feeling utterly miserable. Honestly, it feels like I’ve been hit by the worst cold I’ve had in years. How is it possible to be reaching for a blanket when everyone else is complaining it’s too hot?

Being unwell has a funny way of stripping away all the layers we build around ourselves. The sensible adult disappears and suddenly the child in us comes to the surface. If I’m being honest, I’ve felt quite low this week and found myself wishing for something that simply isn’t possible. I found myself wanting my mum and dad.

It’s a strange thing, grief. No matter how old we are, when we’re feeling vulnerable, frightened, or unwell, many of us still long for the comfort of the people who always seemed to know how to make things better. Sadly, Mum passed away last year and Dad the year before, so there are no fussing parents arriving with a warm drink, a reassuring hug, or instructions to stay in bed. Instead, I’ve had to settle for tissues, medication, plenty of sleep, and reminding myself that they would still be telling me to look after myself if they were here.

The last few days have been a mixture of sleeping, coughing, sleeping some more, and wondering whether my nose could produce any more tissues. It’s not been glamorous. But it has been a reminder that our bodies eventually tell us when it’s time to slow down.

As carers, we’re often the last people we think about. We encourage everyone else to rest, drink water, eat properly, and take care of themselves while quietly ignoring our own advice. Yet when we’re running on empty, our bodies and minds eventually let us know.

So this weekend, if you can, please be kind to yourself.

Rest when the opportunity arises, even if it’s only for ten minutes. Stay hydrated, especially during the warmer weather. Eat as well as your budget allows and don’t feel guilty about taking a break. Sometimes the most productive thing we can do is absolutely nothing at all.

If you’re carrying the weight of bereavement or loss, please remember that you’re not alone. Our Bereavement Support Group meets on Tuesday 4th August from 5.00pm, offering a safe and supportive space to connect with others who understand the journey of grief.

For now, I’ll be taking my own advice and continuing my very important recovery plan of resting, drinking plenty of fluids, and feeling slightly sorry for myself.

Whatever you’re doing this weekend, I hope you find a little time to recharge, relax, and be gentle with yourself.

Have a restful and wonderful weekend.