It rarely fails.
Just about the time we begin to feel in fine fettle and are walking with a spring in our step, some tiny little microbe comes along, kicks sand in our face, lays a whoopin’ on us, and then takes our girl.
I have been feeling pretty good the past few days. Not “I’m on top o’ the world, Ma!” good, but pretty decent. My energy level was pretty high. I was looking forward to all of the frenetic activity associated with getting ready for the Christmas season.
But I knew as soon as I bubbled up to consciousness this morning that things had taken a turn for the worse. Every time I swallowed it felt like being stabbed in the throat with a homemade shiv made out of broken glass.
I tried to convince myself that it was just allergies. It happens sometimes. Generally a hot shower and some hot coffee will make a sore throat caused by allergies just go away.
But this one has stuck with me all day long and has resisted a hot shower, multiple cups of hot coffee, chicken soup, peppermint candies, and all of my other go-to remedies.
So I now know I am destined to suffer 7 to 10 days of some sort of abject misery, the exact nature of which won’t be revealed to me until Wednesday or Thursday.
The worst part of it is that I had strategically planned out my vacation/sick days at work so I could take off at the end of this week for the rest of the year. Now I may have to use some of my sick days by actually being sick, which means I will have to go into work next week to make up the days.
On the other hand, if this is the largest problem in my life that I have to deal with, then I lead a pretty charmed life.
Now … what sort of wine goes best with chicken soup?