After my self-righteous ramble

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.