So the first couple days of this cold were the worst: scratchy, sore throat, head congestion, tired - you know, the typical symptoms - when you don't look or sound like you have a cold but you feel crummy. I'm now in the second phase of the cold: runny nose, sneezing, sinus congestion. I feel a lot better, but now everyone in the world knows I have a cold because of the way I keep sniffling.
When Johnny was sick, I couldn't figure out why he wasn't thoroughly enjoying my delectable dinners, but now I know it was the cold. He just kept saying he wasn't hungry, and now I get it. I totally lost my appetite for about 2 1/2 days. Really. Breakfast (usually my favorite) didn't sound appealing, lunch wasn't very enticing, and forget about dinner. I just didn't feel like eating anything. I choked down a few odds and ends during the day, but I even passed on some homemade chocolate chip cookies. Sick as a dog, I must have been, you say!
But as I was experiencing this loss of appetite (and don't worry, Mom - my appetite is back), I was reminded of what happens to me during a lupus flare. My appetite plummets...I don't have the desire to eat a single thing. Maybe it's the lack of energy, or the fatigue, or the overwhelming pain - in fact, I imagine it's a combination of the three. Whatever it is, I recall having to force myself to eat at least a little something all throughout the day. If you're not well-nourished, the physical and emotional strength to get well won't come. You just get weaker and more run down.
So - during those first couple of days of my cold, I tried my best to eat. Not a lot. But at least a little. I reminded myself that Deerdeepants needed her mom to be healthy and strong - and here she is leading by example. "Look, Mom - eating is fun! Don't just chew your food - embrace it!"