Sunday morning, and I am miserable with this cold. This is gross, but my nose is truly running like an out-of-control faucet without a handle. I got out of bed this morning to stop it from running into my ears. No, I don’t have “tears in my ears,” but I do have a wet pillow.
With ice and snow predicted for tomorrow, combined with my sneezing and coughing, I won’t be going to the pool and perhaps not the dentist either. I think its immoral to expose other people to noxious germs, although some stupid individuals never get the message. I mean what person in their right mind would open her mouth full of germs in the dentist’s office? And no, I am not using self-righteous indignation to avoid a meeting with the oral surgeon. I want to see him and get this abscess or cyst, or whatever it is, taken care of.
I used to tell my co-workers who came to work sick at the Census Bureau I thought they should have stayed home. I’d remind them of the folks around us with compromised immune systems, one on dialysis, a few on chemo, one with Lupus, and others with ailments that left them vulnerable. (Three or four of them have since died.)
Okay that’s my number one pet peeve. Thanks to some thoughtless individual, I have this awful cold, but I will try not to spread it to others, although my family members are at risk.
My granddaughter Hannah, who is suffering with her own health issues…bronchitis, and a sinus infection (and she is asthmatic), visited me yesterday. Hannah graduated with an art degree a couple of years ago, and she is in the process of setting up a web site for her business, which presently includes her own fiber projects. In the photo below, she models one of the hats she made and calls ‘Little Bear.’ Her green and yellow ‘Dragon’ hat lays on the box of yarn next to her.