I can pinpoint the exact minute it struck. I had a 5pm interview last night and hopped in my car at 4. I was 2 blocks from my house, sitting at a stoplight, when I sneezed. Nothing unusual there. I sneeze all the time and had, in fact, been sneezing for most of the day. But I'd chalked it up to cat hair, dust, and general allergies. I certainly didn't feel sick. But when I had that sneeze in my car, it hit me. DANGER: GERMS AFOOT. Have you ever had a sneeze that you just know is a "sick" sneeze vs. a "something in the air tickled my nose" sneeze? This was one of those.
Almost instantly I got that metallic sick taste at the back of my throat and felt chills set in. "No," I told my body. "I forbid you to be sick. We've discussed this. I can pencil you in to be sick the second week in January but we're completely booked until then."
I came home, drank 2 steaming cups of green tea and went to bed at 8:30. I got up at 7:30 today (VERY late for me), stayed awake long enough to eat breakfast and then headed back to bed. I then woke up at ELEVEN. I haven't slept to 11 since I was a teenager. But I know I must be fighting something off b/c if I sleep that long w/out being sick, I'll wake up to a raging headache. Instead, I woke up feeling pretty darn good. Had an extremely productive work day and feeling pretty much okay, so I'm hoping the sleep took care of it. It usually does. I could have measles, mumps, and chicken pox all at once but if you let me get 48 hours of rest, I'll get over them.
On a VERY bright note, my friend Bernie alerted me that Spooky--the adorable nose-licking cat from my book launch--no longer is listed on Happy Hills home page. So fingers crossed that he's found a home. I've e-mailed Happy Hills to see if they can confirm that for me and, if so, I'll be sure to share with all of you.
Spooky will make someone the greatest holiday present of all.