I am battling a real creeper of a cold.
Friends and coworkers, through December, all came down with various respiratory ailments – colds and flus manifest in numerous sinus, tracheal, and esophageal symptoms with phlegmatic results.
For quite a while I was able to avoid sickness, but the day after Christmas the symptoms began. A scratchy dryness about the eyes (“You look so tired” a coworker told me last Friday), and then it moved to my nose and sinuses on Saturday.
I’ve been taking Airborne, and some new Hall’s cough drops with blueberry and Echinacea in them which are supposed to work like Airborne does, and it all seemed to fend illness off for a while. But I haven’t been really sick since – I can’t even remember – and it seems when my immune system hasn’t had a work out for a while it gets flabby.
So I missed a friend’s party this weekend and have been ministered to by Mrs. Ombud, who is, but for some sinus trouble she attributes to cold air, doing fine. She takes something called Zicam and swears this made the difference in fending off the cold her mother and I now have. While she once said the same for Airborne, I am too tired to debate the finer points.
I’m cold. It’s time to wrap myself in a blanket, and alternate between slumbering and digging through an old stack of newspapers and periodicals I’ve procrastinated on rather than read. In this minimal way at least, I can feel productive through the sniffles.
Happy New Year all, have some egg nog or champagne for me, as you ring in the new year.