I hope all of our Living Large community had Happy Holidays. I took a much needed rest, but I’m glad to be back and glad you’ve checked in on the blog.
I heard on the local news recently that there are so many cases of colds and the flu in one Arkansas hospital, they are not allowing visitors unless they wear masks. Everyday I sign on to Facebook and see another friend posting about being sick. Yesterday, my friend who cuts my hair said she was sick.
I originally posted this last year. I have still only been sick once since we moved here 5 1/2 years ago, and I attribute it to my cold cocktail:
I didn’t think much about it for most of the day.
I sneeze often and have sinus issues and at my age, regulating my body temperature is a regular struggle.
By afternoon on Halloween, though, I felt that familiar tickle in the back of my throat; that one that signals impending fever, chills, runny nose and a few days on the sofa.
Not long afterward, a chill ran through my body, the kind that comes with fever.
My one pet peeve in life: Being sick. I don’t like being miserable and I don’t like wasting precious time when I could be living.
I practically ran from The Belle Writer’s Studio back to Our Little House and started my “cold cocktail,” the one that has guaranteed me 99 percent of the time, if I start it right away, I can kick a cold before it ever takes hold.