I’ve always been so proud of my immune system. It’s a rarity for me to come down with a cold or the flu, even though my husband works in a prison, and comes home with all sorts of colds and flus year-round. (Poor guy gets clobbered at least every other month.)
I felt it coming on last Thursday, but felt confident that I’d fight it off as I always do. Nope-- last night it hit me like an iron fist. My nose began to imitate Niagra Falls, and now I’m sitting here, surrounded by twists of tissue, my poor nose bright red from blowing it constantly. I make a lovely gurgling sound when I cough.
And, dammit, I’ve got to go to work today! Since I work with the public, I’m sure to have plenty of opprotunities to infect loads of people. Wonderful. Quite a souvineer to take home from the museum, isn’t it? The Cold: The Gift That Keeps On Giving.
Yes, this is a pity party. Feel sorry for me! I’m miserable, here!
I’m taking Comtrex, and the results have led me to several theories:
The medicine is incompatible with my bio-chemistry, or,
It’s working, and if I stopped taking it, I’d be lying helpless on the floor with snot pouring from every orifice, or
It’s Bird Flu. (I did have fried chicken from one of those restruant/gas station/convenience store combos while we were travelling last week.) Or it’s some other Super Cold that has originated in me, unstoppable by all of the OTC medicines knwon to man. (Maybe they’ll name it after me because I was its first victim. Lissitis has a nice ring, don’t you think?)
Poor thing. Can’t you stay home from work, or do you work at one of those places where if you call in dead, you’d better give a week’s notice?
Take some hand sanitizer and use it religiously. If you have to cough or sneeze, turn your head and do it in the crook of your elbow. Where I work we have to share computer stations, so we go through a lot of Clorox wipes, yet we still manage to pass the same cold around all winter long.
Then go home and put on your fuzziest robe and slippers and drink some hot chicken noodle soup.
Can’t stay home-- we have a very small staff, and getting a last-minute replacement is nearly impossible. We’re entering the pre-tourist season, and starting to get pretty busy, so there’s no way to leave my co-worker alone to deal with all the visitors.
That’s the game plan. Fate gave me a small mercy today, in the form of a book delivery from Amazon, so I plan to go to bed and read while Hubby goes out with his co-workers to get the obligatory quota of green beer.
as long as your weird strain of bird flu doesn’t translate to caninitis, that’s not bad.
i, too, have an ironclad immune system. i’ve get sniffles. that’s usually as bad as i ever get. i MIGHT get one per year, but even that’s rare. when i do ge tthe flu, i’m a HUGE baby.