Being sick sucks.
weather, I suppose. It’s colder here than in Maine . Or maybe it’s that chilly breeze off the New York Atlantic. I just can’t seem to wear enough clothes to stay warm.
Or it could be Aunt Inga’s house. It’s a hundred and forty years old, a Second Empire Victorian. Gorgeous, but chilly. They built solid back in those days, but they weren’t as concerned with creature comforts. Derek and I renovated it, but we didn’t tear the walls out and insulate, so the house gets cold. The ceilings are twelve feet tall and the rooms are huge, so it’s hard to heat.
Whatever it is, I’ve got the crud. I was lucky last year, when nothing too bad happened. My stepfather Noel came to visit and got the worst cold he’d ever had, though. Poor guy; winter in
Maine is very different from winter in . I doubt he’ll ever come back. At least not during the dark part of the year. California
I was OK, though. No problems at all last winter. I was cold, and I couldn’t wait for the snow to thaw and the sun to come back out, but I didn’t get sick.
This year... oh, boy. I’ve been sniffling since Thanksgiving, and over Christmas it got really bad. Then I started coughing, and I haven’t stopped since.
The only good thing is that Doctor Ben still makes house calls. Derek diagnosed bronchitis first, and then his dad came and confirmed it. They’ve got me sucking down horse-sized antibiotics and gallons and gallons of water and tea with honey. And Derek makes sure I stay in bed. Normally, I’d be all for that, but there’s no hanky-panky going on. I’m supposed to rest. Hanky-panky would be too strenuous.
Although things could be worse. There’s HGTV to watch, and DIY magazines to read, and I’ve got Mischa like a living, breathing, purring heating-pad covering my feet... and Derek stopping by with the best lobster-rolls in
for lunch. Maine
So how about you? Have you kept the crud at bay this winter? Do you have any tips for how I can get through the next week without losing my temper or my sanity?