Last Monday, during lunch with a friend, I felt that warning tickle in the back of my throat.
You know the one. That faint mealiness that hints at actual soreness to come.
Sure enough, as the day progressed, I got worse. The actual soreness. Sneezing. Congestion. Stuffy ears and head. The works.
And it’s really hanging in there. In spite of three kinds of decongestants, one hot toddy, and the passage of 11 days, I still feel lousy.
Add a summer heat wave–not to East Coast levels, but highs over 100 with humidity that is incredibly muggy for this part of the country–and I am not feeling good.
Under other circumstances, I’d pick up some matzo ball soup. But it’s just too hot.
Maybe day 12 will be better. Fingers crossed.
Photo by m kasahara, via Flickr.