1779823_10152269209883128_1451765767_nThis week, I had a cold. The kind that makes your head three times too big and sucks the strength from your bones. And, I was so grateful to be able to take to my bed and stay there for a bit. Actually, I was surprised at myself for doing so. The advertisements on television always say to do that.

“Rest in bed, drink plenty of fluids, and take (insert product of your choice) to reduce pain and fever.”

But we never do. We’ve developed this crazy idea that what we should really do with a cold is march through it like Napolean’s army through Russia. (That didn’t end well, in case you have forgotten your history.)

So, we push. We take our coughing, sneezing, wheezing selves to the office where we spread the virus to every elevator button, telephone, copy machine, and door knob we touch. We tell everyone who asks that we “sound worse than we feel.” Which is mostly a lie.

I don’t know why we do this. Is it because we feel indispensable? Or are we too proud to admit a cold can get us down? Or do we just not believe we should give ourselves time to heal?

Because, here is the thing. Rest helps. Our bodies need to use all their strength to fight the virus, without having to also fight traffic, technology, and office triage.

So, I stayed home today. And I rested. I did not spread my sickness to my fellow office-dwellers. I’m not sure why it has taken me so many years to give myself permission for this. But just in case you suffer from that same disease, let me relieve you. Next time you have a cold and wonder if you should stay home, stay home.

Permission granted.