My Howard Hughes-like germaphobia and Lady MacBeth-style obsessive hand washing finally let me down and I caught a cold a couple of weeks ago. All things considered, it's been a pretty mild cold, but for an asthmatic there's really no such thing.
Band practices are the hardest. I struggled through practice last weekend with vocal cords that were only nominally under my control. We actually auditioned a new keyboard player that day and it's amazing he decided to join the band considering what I must have sounded like.
My singing quality was considerably improved this weekend but I am having a lot of problems with coughing. Even though I'm already using pretty much every remedy my doctor generally prescribes, I may find myself having to go see her if this doesn't let up soon.
Last year when I got my annual case of bronchitis, I happened to be booked to speak to a professional organization while I was still in the throes of all of the coughing and throat clearing. This year—guess what?—I'm speaking at a luncheon in a couple of days. It's a good thing I have an ample supply of cough drops.
In the meantime, I've let my house fall into a state of disarray and I'm spending more time in pajamas than is strictly appropriate. I'm sincerely looking forward to going back to being a hypochondriac instead of an actual sick person.
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