For the past several weeks, I've felt as though I'm living in a twisted version of "American Gladiator" where I'm the contestant and the gladiators are people with horrible, contagious illnesses who are constantly popping up in my path to possibly infect me.
I managed to avoid my husband's flu, so I'm hoping my immune system is in high gear. However, I spent yesterday traveling to a city that's known to be in the throes of a flu outbreak with a travel companion who has the flu. Did I mention the cab driver who coughed and hacked (no pun intended) all the way from the airport to our destination? I feel doomed.
The good news is that I had a flu shot this year. Also, I've been washing my hands like Lady Macbeth. Of course, now my hands are so chapped that they're probably more vulnerable to germs than they would have been otherwise.
I absolutely cannot afford to get sick right now. On Saturday alone I have a fundraiser luncheon (tickets still available at the door!), a hair appointment and an awards show to attend. It'll be exhausting enough for someone who's well, much less someone who has the plague that's going around.
Besides sleep, good nutrition and adequate hydration, all I can do is keep my fingers crossed. I hope that's enough.