Nothing is perfect

What a bummer! Today is Christmas Eve and I have a cold. It started yesterday with a burning sensation in the back of my throat. At first, I thought it was just because of the dry air in the house, but that was not the problem. I had to face it: I have a cold.

My wife and I are always careful when we go shopping or eating in a restaurant. We wash our hands and use disinfectant on our hands, and yet, you just can't escape these viruses. So many people are careless; they don't wash their hands after going to the bathroom; they cough and sneeze into the air without covering their mouths, and they touch everything. If somebody has a bad cold, they should stay home for at least a couple of days and not go into public places, but, of course, that is easier said than done. Not always possible.

So I spent my day yesterday  chewing cough candies to sooth my rough throat and drinking water until I busted. My bladder and kidneys had to work overtime. They probably wondered what was going on. Sometimes I neglect drinking water during the day. Last night I took a pill and I don't feel too bad today, except for that annoying cough. I took some cough syrup and  I hope I can keep the coughing under control. The kids are coming over to celebrate Christmas and I have to be in good shape, and I don't want to pass on this cold.

I  remember one Christmas. My grandson was about two years old. He had a cold, just a little one. There were pretzels in a bowl and he kept on taking some, but he didn't eat them. He licked off the salt and then he gave the pretzels to me. I ate them. After all, he is my grandson, right? So he had a cold, big deal. He was just a little guy; how many germs can he transmit? I found out the hard way. I never though it was possible to get a bad cold from a little kid. A few days after Christmas, just in time for New Year's Eve,  I came down with one of the worst colds anyone can get. I was as sick as a dog. The fault was totally mine not his. I should not have eaten those pretzels. He meant well, wanted to feed his Opa. Now the shoe is on the other foot; I'm the one with the cold and I have no intentions of infecting anyone else, especially not one of the grandchildren. I would feel terrible.

Anyway, I hope anyone reading this is healthy and stays that way. I'm getting ready to eat some ham and dumplings, with red cabbage. And drink a nice glass of wine.

Merry Christmas and Peace to all.