I’m cranky and I know why. The common cold. Blah. I have a zero tolerance policy on the common cold. Can’t stand another day of another cold, I’ve had so many of them.
I really thought I had this thing beat, not having been sick for a record breaking 18 months or so. All winter long, I was clean. And then I went to the gym.
I haven’t been to the cesspool of germs…aka the gym, for over a year. AND I haven’t been sick in over a year. Coincidence? I think not. As soon as I got my dreaded (newly upgraded and snazzy) membership card reenacted, boom.
That gym should come with a warning: germs inside this building may be hazardous to your health. Come to think of it, hospitals should contain that same warning. Maybe a skull and crossbones at the front door with a cheery “enter at your own risk” sign.
I’m not sure that people should have to wear HAZMAT suits at the gym to protect themselves. I can assure you that immediate hand washing when I got home didn’t help. So much for those ads.
It seems no amount of decongestant, blowing, fluid guzzling, good eating, bad eating, vitamins, probiotics, eucalyptus, steam or oranges will get this thing to stop. And I’m losing patience.
I’m done with feeling like my head is underwater. I’m done with sprouting water from every orifice. I’d like to resume my sleep patterns of 8 uninterrupted blissful hours and not know what’s on TV at 2:35 a.m.
The only good thing about being up at such ungodly times is that you get to see what early morning television in Toronto looks like, live. Not much to report there either. Yikes Toronto, you need some better morning shows.
