Helaine will say “It’s the worst cold ever, isn’t it?” She won’t mean it. She’s implying I’m a crappy patient. Maybe. That’s a guy thing, right?
I could see this coming. Swallowing became a problem over the weekend. I tried to be optimistic, but there was no way I was dodging this bullet.
Last night around 1:00 AM my nose clogged. I sneezed that “this isn’t dust” deep cold sneeze. Then things went back to normal. By this evening it was back. It continues to blossom. It’s going to get worse before it gets better.
I’m not sure what to do later on Thursday. A taping has been scheduled for a public service announcement for the March of Dimes. Sunday it’s the JDRF Walk in North Haven. I’m too busy. I don’t have time for a cold.
That’s really the bottom line. I just don’t have room for it. This is a bad time for a cold.
This is falling on deaf ears, isn’t it?