Normally I wouldn't be so thrilled, but my throat has been sore all day, and I was afraid I had caught some pestilent strep bug that was going to make me feverish and send me to the doctor's office. And I don't want to do that because it costs money and also because my doctor (who I really liked) has moved his practice down to Encinitas or Solana Beach or somewhere away from here. And the medical group up here hasn't replaced him, so they keep shuffling his patients wherever, and I just don't want to go through all that shuffling when I have a fever and feel miserably sorry for myself.
But I just noticed that my nose is getting stuffy, and that means that my sore throat was the usual precursor of a cold and not Strep Throat after all. So I popped a 24-hour Sudafed (legally acquired from the pharmacy with appropriate signatures and gun-purchase-like background checks), and the peppermint tea is steeping even as we speak.
I've got at least one more box of Kleenex ready and some cough syrup on hand in case my cold goes into my chest as well. I feel armed and dangerous and ready for the virus.
And I've got my daughter to thank for sharing her cold with me. Isn't she sweet...?