Beate Caspari-Rosen, MD
(1910 - 1995)
Just A Cold
In the beginning the throat feels a little sore and the nose starts
to run, but otherwise you feel fine and think: "Aha the grass
pollen start of my spring allergy" and you are not very concerned.
And then you find yourself attacked by a fierce animal that invades
your body. The head blows up like a balloon filled with cotton wool,
you cannot breathe, the throat feels as if it is lined with sandpaper,
the eyes start to tear, a cough tries to explode from your lungs, and
your whole body aches. If lucky, one develops a slight fever which
gives one an excuse to stay in bed. Your appetite disappears, everything
tastes like paper. THIS IS THE COMMON COLD.
Slowly the body recovers. Tylenol helps to conquer the worst aspects
of the headache. The nose opens its flood gates and breathing becomes
easier. The eyes allow reading, at least some of the time. The first
positive sign that recovery is truly on the way to is boredom. You
become so bored. Even the television is boring. Where are the good
programs? You wait for telephone calls, but the phone is silent. Have
you been completely forgotten? You become depressed. Appetite begins
to return, but the taste buds are still asleep. Your body feels drained.
Your mind desires human contact. Should I go downstairs to dinner?
[Whitney Center provides a dinning room for residents.] I don't dare.
A sudden coughing spell might occur and everyone would look at me reproachfully.
Better stay in the apartment another evening.
The enemy slowly retires from my body and waits for another opportunity