I haven't felt very well this weekend. I've been zapped by my sinuses and a bad sore throat. I've just felt cruddy. This happened in spite of all my germ assassin weaponry.
Hand sanitizer is a must have in my purse. It irks me that I still managed to catch something. I get teased about carrying it with me, but it's kept me from catching something all winter until now. I slather my hands and the hand rails of the carts at Wal Mart with it. I carry my own pen so that i never have to use a public one. I have a tiny bottle of Lysol spray in my purse too for questionable public bathrooms.
Since I got that staph infection that resulted in me losing my toe, I've become a germ assassin. I wasn't so over the edge before it all happened. Now is a different story. It's part of the fear I battle. Irrational or not, it's very real. I'm not as bad as Howard Hughes, but I really don't want a germ to live in my space.
Someone, somewhere must have breathed some germs on me that got passed my germ assassin weaponry.
Sigh...
It'll be another night of sleeping in the recliner so that I don't cough so much. Laying flat makes my sinuses drain resulting in the mother of all sore throats. My voice is gone.
Perhaps tomorrow will be better.
CW



