thisnewday

Really suffering, tonight, with a cold which, at first, seemed content to merely inconvenience, with sneezing and a runny nose, for a couple of days but then moved quickly and decisively into my chest.

(Because I have COPD, with its attendant respiratory symptoms, it's sometimes hard to tell when and if an ordinary cold has transitioned into something more serious. Unfortunately, these days, it's not so much a matter of if it will happen but when.)

I'd gone to bed, early for me, quite exhausted after a day of almost nothing done and little accomplished. I even skipped my workout because of the joint pain and fatigue that seemed to be coming on.

My greatest concern is that my grandson Jason not catch this. I've been harping quite relentlessly for him to take his inhaled steroids, Singulaire, multi-vitamins, extra vitamin C. To wash his hands and keep them away from his face. And to stay away from his little brother, who's always infected with something but seems to get over it quite quickly. Which is not the case with Jason.

I've also been acting like that obsessive-compulsive cleaner, Danny Tanner, on Nickelodeon's "Full House," sanitizing my hands, the computer mouse and keyboard, the headphones, anything through which we might make indirect contact and thereby transmit the virus.

Lastly, I've put my nebulizer parts into a sealed container of 91% alcohol. Just in case, when comes the dawn, that horrible rattle that signals occluded airways seems likely to stay with me through the day...

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