First Gommie and Pop caught it and suffered a painful flight home with bursting ears, which still hurt a week later. Then Mama got it, becoming sicker with a cold than I have seen her in our nearly 18 years together.
And now, as of waking up at 5 am with a hot throat, stuffed nose, and burning eyes, I have it.
Gargling, saline mist, extra vitamin C, chicken soup (literally, no vegetarian qualms here), washing hands, tea with honey, and a call to the doctor who saw me for a well visit on Thursday . . . and I'm feeling mediocre.
And nervous. It was my last cold, that morphed into bronchial asthma, that precipitated the late-night-while-I-was-asleep disc herniation/pelvic joints event that left me unable to sit. Don't really want to do that again.
So, as I'm reading Larry Dossey's Healing Words on medicine and prayer, I'll ask you to send good vibes, wishes, prayers our way . . . .