Posted in Family, tagged Colds, Family, Germs, The Borg on March 28, 2013 |
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It started, oh, maybe a day ago, after Kish had been fighting a cold for a few days. The germs, like the Borg, are trying to tell me that resistance is futile.
That unwanted scratchiness in the back of your throat. Mucus pouring down the esophagus like the sluggish River Styx. The occasional, unexpected cough. And just feeling a little bit . . . off.
Not a full-blown cold, though. No fever. No hacking fits that wake me up at night. No light-headedness. No uncontrollable sneezing.
I’m treating my condition with the basic patent remedies and folk nostrums. Aspirin. Juice. Ricola Natural Herb cough drops. I’m staying inside and keeping warm. And, at night, I’m imbibing a glass or two of wine to dry out the sinuses and help with getting a good night’s sleep.
I think I’m on the brink, teetering between ruddy good health and the alternative. I may have come through the worst of it already, or I may be ready to plunge.
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Posted in Humor, Travel, tagged air travel, disease, Flu, Germs, Health, Humor, Hypochondriacs, Surgical masks, Travel on April 22, 2012 |
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On the first leg of my return flight today I traveled with a passenger who wore one of those white cotton masks covering her mouth and nose.
Immediately I began to wonder: has there been an outbreak of an exotic disease somewhere in the world that I haven’t heard about? Or, was this woman just ill, and trying to be somewhat sensitive to the health of her fellow passengers. (I say “somewhat,” because I can’t believe that those surgical masks really provide much protection, and if she really was sick the rest of us on that confined metal tube with filled recycled air were likely to get whatever germs she might have been trying to contain. So, she really wasn’t that thoughtful after all — if she was sick, the thoughtful thing would have been to refrain from traveling and exposing the rest of us.)
But perhaps she was worried about getting germs from me, and the woman with the two kids, and the guy wearing the sportcoat and the pork pie hat. Maybe she was just one of those hypochondriacs who worry about going out in public due to a Howard Hughes-like fear of airborne exposure to the latest strain of bacteria or flu. I felt vaguely offended by that possibility. Or maybe she wears a mask because she is famous and is traveling incognito. Or maybe she just wears the mask to keep people like me on their toes and paying attention to their fellow passengers.
I’ll be paying extra close attention to whether I get the sniffles, a scratchy throat, and a cough over the next day or so.
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