When people talk about the holidays as a time of sharing, they usually don’t mean germs, but that certainly seems to be case for me this year. I came back from Florida with a whopper of a cold that really has knocked me (and several of my family members) out. I worked from home a day when it was at its worst, dutifully trying to spare my co-workers. Now I’m walking around with hand sanitizer in one pocket, a pack of kleenex in the other, and keeping a 4-ft “buffer zone” around myself. I would really hate to pass this on to anyone.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been sick, so I’m being introduced to what are to me a bunch of new “remedies” and cold relief aids. My wife has me eating Vitamin Cs as if they were M&Ms, and I’m sucking on a “cold-eeze” as I write. But when push comes to shove, when the old nose ceases to function and the chest gets to sounding like a wet accordian, I’m old school—bring me some VapoRub and call it a night.