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I have a head cold??! WTF!! How in Hell did that happen?
We have spent much of the last two years avoiding COVID. In doing so, we have evaded most of the normal infections – colds and seasonal flu. We (well, most of us) have worn masks, and sometimes plastic gloves. We have remained at least six feet from others in public. Canada, being the second-largest country in the world not currently invading the Ukraine, has enough room for polite Canadians to stay two whole metres from each other.
We have used antiseptic wipes and sprays on shopping carts and baskets. We have doused our hands in pump-disinfectants. My hands have absorbed more alcohol than I have. I fear that the human race may die out, because the next generation will be sterilised.
The wife reluctantly admitted that she may have caused this. She had to. She was already complaining, two days before she gave it to the son, who graciously shared it with me two days later. She feels that she might have been confused and misled by the relaxation of local mask mandates, into subconsciously thinking that COVID’s over, and not doing her due diligence, and sterilizing a cart that had been ridden in by someone’s snotty-nosed kid.
The son coughed himself awake all night. The next day he was woozy and tired, not a good condition to be in while driving a forklift. He called work to report an absence. The HR Health Manager accepted that it was not COVID, but still didn’t want the rest of the shop infected, and enforced a five-day suspension – Thursday, Friday, fortunately Saturday and Sunday, and Monday. When he called on Tuesday, his voice was still husky, and HR told him to take another day off. He worked his Wednesday shift, and will work Thursday, and get Friday off with pay – a tough two-day week.
Like the son, the worst of the cold is not the aching head or scratchy throat – it’s the lack of sleep. Two coughing people in the same bed means that neither of them gets any rest. I’ve been dozing in the recliner and on the couch. I just can’t wake up. I could get up if there were a fire – in my pants. 😳
How quickly we forget how tough things can be. We had a half-hour power outage Monday night, and had to talk to each other, because all the electronics were dead. I complained that I had no shoes – until I met a man who had no feet. I will have a Fibbing Friday post for tomorrow – hope to see you then. 😀