Folks who know me know I usually get sick right after Thanksgiving. This year I jumped the gun a week and got sick before Turkey Day. And, I’ve been sick ever since. I take comfort in knowing I’m not alone with my fever, aches, sniffles and lung-tossing coughs. Everywhere I go, people are hacking and coughing, wheezing and looking like death warmed over on a soda cracker. This morning my church sanctuary sounded like a tuberculosis ward with me leading the chorus.
What is it about this time of year here in the Midwest that we all suffer so with sinus infections, colds and flu? I think it’s a stress response to the dreaded thought of Christmas shopping. Can’t face the crowds if you’re in bed with your 20th box of Kleenex, huh? Every time I turn on the tv I’m reminded of how many more shopping days I have. More stress — another round of violent sneezes. Plus, the decorating — good grief it’s taking me forever just to get the Christmas tree finished. My dining room looks like the Christmas Department of WalMart was nuked — decorations and wrapping paper everywhere. It’s not a dining room — it’s a Christmas triage. Even being retired, I don’t have enough time for all the shopping, wrapping, baking. So, I’m taking a drastic step – I see no other way out. Next year, I’m going to be Jewish.