TW came home from Christmas with a cold, spent New Year's coughing and blowing his nose. Good thing our friends only planned to stay the one night; I hope they managed to escape the contagion. I was doing pretty well - made a pot of chicken soup, taking preemptive Zicam, making sure we had plenty of oranges on hand. By Saturday evening, though, I could tell I was not going to escape the germs, and by last night I could feel it blocking my sinuses. This morning I got the sore throat and the cold started moving into my chest. The symptoms aren't too bad so far, so maybe the full-court anti-bug press wasn't a complete waste of time and effort. If I can continue to keep the worst of it at bay, I'll declare victory and be glad it wasn't as bad as it could've been. I went ahead and postponed this week's voice lesson to next week, and was relieved when my director called to say tonight's principal rehearsal was cancelled because the principal who's in everything we were going to run tonight had to leave town for a funeral.
As my director said, better I have the cold now than during tech week or, worse, during the run of the show! =:o
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