Whatever that was that I was complaining about yesterday turned into something else overnight. I was sure I was just having a bad allergy day, and I felt a little guilty about inflicting it on myself by overdoing the yard work. But no, I have a cold. And I got it honestly, from Aiden, whose sniffles I helped wipe off when I saw him the other night. Little did I know. But I wouldnít trade the experience. Iíll gladly suffer.
It does make me feel better about getting back in the yard, once this onslaught is behind me. And itís also good to know I have a cold, because I know what to do about a cold. I drink a lot of water (and herbal tea and orange juice and cran-grape), and I wait it out. If possible, I get a little more sleep than usual, although sleep comes even harder when youíre struggling to breathe.
Iíll tell you how long itís been since Iíve been sick this way. Last night I was looking through the medicine cabinet for something that might help, and all my cold remedies seemed to have expired in 2004. I did find one box of decongestant tablets that said ď10/06Ē on the side, so I took a couple of those. It seemed to help get me through the night.