If you haven’t been sick this winter, you can honestly tell your friends that you are part of a minority group.
Whether it’s a nasty cold, Influenza A, B, or some other letter, it seems almost everyone I’ve spoken with in recent days is suffering with some kind of something.
I started feeling like a truck ran over me on Sunday, and since I use my voice to make a living, it’s only natural to assume that whatever it is that I’ve acquired would settle in my throat.
I subscribe to the philosophy that I don’t like going to any doctor because he or she may find something seriously wrong, so I’m going to try to tough this one out with lozenges and imodium that I’m eating like candy.
I’m also getting lots of good advice from folks who are telling me that these winter ailments are hanging on for 4 weeks or more.
The old timers say the problem is that it hasn’t gotten cold enough to kill the germs that we’re spreading around, and that temperatures that are warmer one day and colder the next are also the culprit.
Personally, I’m blaming the Russians!
That seems to be a popular thing to do these days.
That’s the way I see it.