YAY, Tom!
You could probably use a Hot Toddy, right about now, with the emphasis on “Toddy.” The only time I wish I drank whiskey is when I come down with a really ugly chest cold.
Now, of course, with pulmonary fibrosis, I’ll be praying that no colds of any kind come my way, because even a head cold will migrate on me, and I don’t want my lungs abused.
We’ve had a thing going through the family - runny nose, cough, fever for a day or two. Kathleen had it, then Frank, then Bill (and it was awful when Bill had it. Nobody’s ever been as sick as Bill with a cold, except his grandfather!). I don’t know if this is the same one, or if I caught it from Jamie on Friday.
Jamie was so sick she had to go to the hospital the week before last, but I’m in a lot better health than she is to start with.