Karma gets us all. In a post last Wednesday, I derided those weaklings who consider every cold a calamity and every headache a life-stopping event.
Guess who hasn't been feeling so well lately?
My minor cold doesn't feel so minor now. It's evolved into a killer sore throat and a hacking cough. Oh, I'll be fine, and I'm not looking for pity. I just thought some of my readers would like to see me eat crow. In public. I'm doing all the usual remedies: gargling warm salt water, sipping honey-and-lemon. I've learned that Arthritis Strength Tylenol works better for my pain than ibuprofen.
It must be something going around like crazy, because I was going to go to the Minute Clinic and see if I could get any relief yesterday, while Cliff visited his brother in the hospital. There were at least ten people ahead of me and I decided it wasn't worth it; they all looked sicker than me, by the way. If I'm no better tomorrow, I'll visit the nurse-practitioner at our doctor's office.
I didn't go to Cliff's brother's room; I sat in the lobby and read on my Nook. I certainly didn't want to infect anybody else, especially someone who just had a heart attack.
On a positive note, I felt lousy enough yesterday that I wasn't even tempted to overeat. Day one of our healthy eating plan was a success.