After hovering on the edge of a cold for the past couple of weeks, I finally succumbed this weekend. I had hoped my brief love affair with the flu meant that I would not suffer my annual winter cold, but no such luck.
Stuffed nose. Check. Tickle in the throat. You bet. Aches and pains. Uh-huh. Pouty Tanya. Yes, sir. I have Dr. Max taking care of me. He excels at napping with me, but he is less understanding about the lack of attention and playtime he received this weekend. Or the late breakfast as Mom sleeps off the Nyquil.
I’m getting plenty of rest and lots of fluids, so I hope to be back on my feet in the next day or two.