Because my allergies tend to do that.
But no. As I drove closer to
, the scratchier my throat became. Not
a good sign. Luckily, the scratch went away. Not so lucky, the running nose and
coughing took over. Finding cold medicine became a trick, since I didn’t want
to drive in that crazy town (traffic was unreal) and there wasn’t ANY store
within walking distance (I tried). I discovered the hotel sold Nyquil pills. $5
for 4 pills. Expensive, but Yay! I’d been sure I was saved. Detroit
I wasn’t. Those pills didn’t help all that much. Oh, they dried me up all right, to the point of clogging my nose. I couldn’t breathe! I don’t care what anyone says, the liquid stuff is better (I came home and took some Nyquil and it worked wonderfully).
Even though I became sick (I’m sooooo glad I packed lots of Kleenex packs—sure came in handy), I tried not to let it get to me too much. I did have a good time (and my friend liked it so much she wants to go back next year). Actually sold two books (which is two more than last year).
I still wish more people would have attended the book signing (which was open to the public). That’s something Jackie will have to work on.
Other than that, Jackie did and OUTSTANDING job of running this convention. I’ve never seen anyone work so hard just to make sure everyone had a good time.
And if it weren’t for my cold, I might have been able to enjoy more than I did.
Here’s my GREAT news: Hubby’s PET scan came back clean. No cancer! Of course, that’s what last year’s PET scan showed, so to be safe, he’ll have another PET scan in six months. Hubby is doing great though. He’s gained back some of the weight he lost, but is hoping he can stay at the weight he’s at now. He doesn’t want to gain it ALL back. So he’s back to walking after work (he’s up to 8 miles, but says he’ll stick with that number for awhile—before he walked 10 miles a day). I doubt I’ll ever walk that much. I’m lucky to get in 4 miles and my pace has really slowed down. Can’t blame that on my heart, though. Nope. It’s all due to my stupid arthritic knee.
Getting old sucks.
So… Why do we get sick at the most inopportune times? Is there ever an opportune time? Hmmm…