I have a head cold

Many years ago, I read an article about Frank Sinatra having a cold. It was a big deal, with recording and performing dates upcoming. And for a man not known for his calm demeanor at the best of times, his sniffles didn't make the job of his entourage any easier.

I knew I was at risk when I was stuck in the waiting room for a routine dental hygiene appointment (trying to be healthy and proactive with my teeth and gums) with a young child joyfully coughing and sneezing away, and with her mother dutifully reading to her. Every tenth or twentieth discharge of millions of viruses into the closed atmosphere from her snotty kid, mother would suggest that she cover her mouth, which was never actualized. I guess the thought counts. I guess I need to carry a N95 mask with me at all times, especially in flu season. I guess I now will worry how my battered immune system will handle this latest assault with nearly all my antibodies missing in action. Maybe my borrowed IVIG next week with be my rescuing cavalry charge.

My chief complaint is mostly a miserable runny stuffy sneezy nose, just like the little girl I shared the air with a few days ago. Throw in some mild malaise and a not so bad sore throat and you get the picture: a head cold.

My usual diet of cold raw veggies is of no interest when I feel this way. I want hot soup and tons of tea, and even more time to nap.

Hopefully I have only a few more days or less of this gentle misery ahead of me. Hopefully my chest is not the next battlefield.

I haven't time for this. I have work to do, but I also have bigger zucchinis to chop.

This too will pass.