Well, it wouldn't be Christmas in our family without 6 boxes of Kleenex, throat lozenges, and Sudafed. Bill came home with a full-blown cold, complete with stuffies, drippies and cough. Mom started yesterday with the throat and sneezes before Bill arrived. I'm lagging behind with just one stuffy nostril and plenty of "stay away from me" fear. I can't tell you how many winter family gatherings have ended up this way. Sheesh. I got out the hand sanitizer and soup and herbal tea. So far, no takers. I've been using Zicam, and I'm the healthiest of the bunch.
I refuse to be a party to this particular party. Bill is probably the worst off--he must get better, and do it fast, as he has to fly halfway around the world on Thursday. Or, at least, that's the word so far. You never know in this business.
I cannot go to my oncologist appointment tomorrow if I am sick, and neither can my mom (she needs a blood test that they agreed to do, while I had my appointment). At this clinic, there are many other patients who are immune-compromised because they are currently undergoing chemotherapy, and I won't put them at risk, by showing up with an active infection.
Today will be a day of rest and recovery, for everyone! We'll hope for improvement tomorrow.
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