My head in an airtight container

You know that feeling when your head feels like it's in an airtight container and your arms weigh a million pounds and no matter which way you lie in bed, it still kinda hurts. That's me this week with the very contagious common cold (* Cheers * to you if this explanation makes perfect sense).
I don't know what it is about being sick but somehow the smallest tasks seem so impossible. I was in the middle of making coffee before supper when I just stopped, stood still and stared into space for a good 20 seconds. Then I came back to earth and wondered what the heck I was doing when I left and it took another minute before I filled the carafe with water and dumped it into the coffee machine.
But part of me kind of likes being sick. I like taking it easy and drinking sleepy time tea and not rushing about like a mad woman trying to get a million things done. Not to say this is usually the way I am, but sometimes it is. Maybe I just like feeling pathetic.
One time me and my friend were both going through a rough time and wanted to express ourselves. We maybe got a little too Biblical (is that even possible?!) but we sat on the ground and rubbed dirt all over our heads and clothes...we entertained the thought of ripping our shirts but when you are a female living in community and you don't have a lot of money to spend on new clothes, this isn't the greatest idea. Needless to say we didn't rip our shirts.
You know what I think it is for me--why part of me likes being sick, I mean--I think it's because there are ways to find comfort. A hot bath, lotiony tissues, cough medicine, extended sleep, endless cups of tea, hot water bottle, chicken noodle soup, a little TLC from mom...the list goes on. It's nice to have a comforting solution to the problem in front of you right? But sometimes life is messy and the things that comfort are not solutions and you wonder if there is an easy way out. But there isn't always a way out and sometimes, even if there is, it would be a better thing, a healthier thing, not to give up and to fight it out (comfort or no comfort). I didn't realize this was where I was going when I first started writing about being sick (once again * cheers * to you if this explanation makes perfect sense); leave it to the writer in me to turn anything into a metaphor. But there it is.
Does anyone really have an easy life though? Isn't there always something hard or difficult that we go through, whether we face up to it or not, it's still there. Or maybe this is a cynical thought based on my current situation in life. Maybe its like when I have this cold and some things seem impossibe. Maybe from my current experience right now, feeling like things are all okay just seems impossible. I don't say this to invoke pity on my behalf or even to relish in the pathetic. I just want to express honestly how I feel, because when life goes down this way, perhaps the healthiest and most comforting way to deal with it, is to express it.

Think on that while I grab a tissue for my runny nose...