Auntie B's Wax

Last Thursday I wrote an e-mail to Ruthie, confirming our monthly Dive Night date for the following evening.  Husby and I picked out a place and were all ready for another evening with our adventurous friends.  Ruthie regretted to say that she was coming down with something and didn’t want to risk passing it on to us.

Of course we were disappointed and hoped Ruthie would be on the mend quickly.  On the other hand, I figured I could get some extra things done Friday evening when we would otherwise be out hobnobbing with the other Dive diners.

I started my early-off-of-the-day-job Friday out with a bang.  I did some cleaning around the house, including a bit of spring cleaning involving heaving lifting and a lot of bending.  By noon I had a funny feeling in my throat and I was coughing.  I attributed that to all the dust I stirred up.  By 3:00 I was feeling stuffy in the nose.  By 7:00 p.m. I was officially miserable.

The disappointment I felt for not being able to go out for dive night shifted into deep gratitude that I was in my own house not having to wrangle my free-flowing nose juice in public.  I hoped Ruthie wasn’t feeling as badly as I was, for about a minute.  Then all compassion for anyone by myself left and it was all about me, me, me and how I was going to get my next breath of air through all the mucus in my throat and nose.

Saturday was really bad, because not only was I feeling miserable, Husby had caught the bug too.  There we were, two pitiful people sitting around barely able to help ourselves.  We managed to get a meal of chicken and rice soup together (from a can, of course) which was as close to heaven as we both could have gotten.  It felt so warm going down, and a little jello along with it felt nice a cool.

Sunday was just as lazy after a night of little sleep.  Neither Husby nor I could muster up enough energy to even heat up a can of chicken soup.  We were getting worse, or so it seemed.  Jimmy John’s to the rescue.

There wasn’t much going on at the Auntie B’s Wax World Headquarters this past weekend.  All I felt like doing was staring, with my bulging eyes protruding from the pressure of enormous amounts of thick, stagnant snot building up behind them.

It’s only a cold, I keep telling myself as my rib cage aches from coughing, sneezing and nose-blowing.  It can’t last more than a week, can it?