A summer cold, I’ve found, is one of the most frustrating and aggravating events around. Right before I went on vacation my friend got one and then decided to pass it on to me of course.
About two weeks into his cold I decided to share. It wasn’t his fault. It was mine. Being the psychic and medium I am I tend to try to care for others without consideration to myself. Of course my cold was a little gentler but I’m still feeling the after effects almost a month later and I’m not the best of patients.
When I’m ill even with the after effects I’m no party. Right now I feel as if my brain is foggier than a San Francisco night under the Golden Gate Bridge around Alcatraz. Weakness is also associated with my feelings which make me want to cry from anger. (Told you I’m very bad with illness and thank God they’re rare.) My redemption is that when I’m working out with my trainer I feel almost human.
My daughter says it’s the dog-days of summer but I know better. The man that missed my kisses the second week into his cold is now getting better but it took him a while. I can see light at the end of this tunnel. Otherwise I’d be much grouchier.
Moreover when you know what precipitates a summer cold you are not very happy with the way it’s contacted in the first place. At least I know I got mine from my friend’s kisses. I think that helps a little. At least I know it wasn’t from one of the dirtier ways.
P. S. For a look into my medium and psychic life, please read www.ghoststalk.com.