Here we go again. This morning at work I officially confirmed the existence of my unprecedented 6TH cold over the past nearly 11 months (since the end of October 2007). Let’s take a look back now at a rough timeline of my 6 colds:
1. Late-October 2007 (on a Carnival cruise in Europe).
–> Less than 3 months later …
2. Mid-January 2008 (Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Weekend)
–> Just 2 months later …
3. Mid-March 2008 (Good Friday / Easter Sunday Weekend)
–> Less than 2 months later …
4. Early-May 2008
–> Just 2 months later …
5. Early-July 2008 (4TH Of July Week In Texas)
–> About 2½ months later …
6. Late-September 2008
Once upon a time (up until last year) I used to get a cold about once every 18 to 36 months (not very often at all). Nowadays I can’t seem to go more than a couple of months without getting a full-blown cold.
I know how I got this cold, and I blame Starbucks. You heard me right. This past Tuesday morning just before 6 AM I went to the Homestead Starbucks to get a coffee. Almost immediately after finishing that coffee at work a couple of hours later I felt a weak sore throat coming on. I immediately broke out the Zicam (left over from Cold # 5). That didn’t seem to do much as the sore throat got progressively worse over the next 24 to 36 hours. I’ve been on Cold-EEZE for the past 2 days, but it too is losing the battle of the cold germs. This morning I officially declared myself sick, as I had all of the full-blown symptoms of a classic cold – itchy and scratchy throat, congestion, runny nose, and even abrupt sneezing. I told my supervisour that I would probably take the afternoon off because of it, but I ended up working all day. I just had too much work to do.
I believe that my cold is peaking in severity today, so starting tomorrow (Friday) I should be on the diminishing flip side of it. Let’s hope so. I’ve got people to see and places to be on Saturday night and Sunday morning.
Let’s see here. I’m flying to Dallas Texas for Thanksgiving Week. I’ll be there for a week, and then I’m flying back home again. That’s pretty much 2 months from this week. What could possibly go wrong there ? My 7TH cold in 13 months ?
This blog entry is dedicated to the loving and peaceful memory of one Barney the cat who never really liked me until the the last of his 18+ years here on Earth. Once upon a time early on in his life he ate a cricket. He got sick. He survived.
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