“Reading gives us someplace to go when we have to stay home.” That quote sings to me tonight, because its what I’m doing. As they tell us to do when sneezing and coughing, I am staying home so as not to share the blessing with anyone else. So far, the only one I’ve shared this unpleasantness with is Sophie, who seems to have post-nasal drip problems. I treated her with Benedryl, ad she’s better. She’s been my companion, company, sounding board for two days now.
I don’t get sick.
Really, I don’t. And I don’t feel bad. I just can’t stop coughing and sneezing.
It’s annoying, and frankly I’m getting more than a touch of cabin fever. I’ve
written, I’ve read, I’m caught up and then some on Facebook, I’ve watched the
news (not designed to relieve cabin fever or any other angst). Tonight, I’ll
dig into my 2017 taxes to get stuff ready for the accountant.
Another downside
to these sniffles: my eye surgery, scheduled for today, has been rescheduled
for February 1. I didn’t think they’d want me spreading this infection or
whatever in the surgery suite. Nor was I intrigued by the prospect of sneezing
in the middle of delicate eye surgery. The doctor’s surgery coordinator quickly
agreed with me. But it’s like the cold—the eye doesn’t really bother me. I just
know it needs to be fixed.
And I just know
this cold needs to go away. And it’s on its way.
Enough whining. The
weather’s warming up—I’m going to look on the bright side. And no, this is not
a bad omen for the new year. Cheers, y’all!
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