I never get sick. Or at least, it's a rare thing for me to get sick. I can't even remember the last time I was ill. I guess because we had a small business and went to a small gym, I wasn't exposed all that much? Shrug. Even when I went to writer's conferences, I'd hear about other people getting sick, but I never did.
Never say never.
I was feeling a bit crappy on Sunday, but put it down to exhaustion from the non-stop workshops and the horror (to me) that is air travel these days. By Monday, I realized I had a cold. No big deal, right. Yesterday, I was a bit worse, but still doing ok. Then last night I was up all night coughing and hacking and wheezing and using tissue. This morning I'm bleary and congested and aching and... sick. Duh.
The conference crud has struck.
I have to avoid both my elderly parents - don't want to get them sick. And tonight is Halloween, and I can't even hand out candy - don't want a bunch of sick little kids. I had planned to sit outside with Libby my Boxer puppy and Lonnie my husband, but that's not gonna happen. I'll be luck to get some writing done today. Sigh.
Keeping my fingers crossed this doesn't turn into anything worse. One lady who was at the conference had it move into her chest and turn into bronchitus. Yikes.