I have humidifiers in every room of my apartment. Those so-called heat-pumps don’t give your nose the humidity it needs to keep your airways “wetted-down” enough. Give that ol’ schnozz a little help, okay?
Love,
Q
PS: If I may pass on a German tradition: Please don’t hide away in inclement weather! Get out in it and fight it, don’t let it defeat you! You’d be surprised at the number of moms who are out with their little ones wrapped up in baby carriages and going out to get groceries!
Mine never progressed very far, thankfully. My stomach just felt like it was floating around my torso, saying “Merry Christmas” to all of my other internal organs… Which of course made me feel like I might lose my lunch, but I never actually did. My dad had it worse than me, but he never actually lost it either.
By late Christmas morning (when I finally got out of bed) I was almost completely recovered.
It’s good to hear I wasn’t the only one who was sick over Christmas. I spent Christmas Eve vomiting and spent most of Christmas in bed. The one day a year that you can stuff yourself stupid with the food and the most I can eat is half a baked potato. It was a good baked potato though.
I never should have popped in this thread. I would have fit in great in Queen Tonya’s house, adding an Semi-Geriatric Contagion contingent to the Rejects from Pediatrics. First thing you know, the slight bug I have that seems to have stayed at laryngitis for three days manages to turn into brochitis – on Christmas Eve. So I spent Christmas mostly lying in my bed coughing my guts out.
Thank heaven for antibiotics when you really do need them.