When my kids were wee little, we used to refer to March as the “plague” month. Any germ going around inevitably came home with them. It was always a month of doctors, medicine, and long, long nights.
Anyway, I lasted seven whole days of March without feeling so much as a sniffle. Then yesterday I woke up with a terrible throat. And then congestion started. Just in time for me to hit the road. I leave for Chicago today for a few events... If you’re in the area, I’ll be speaking and signing with Denise Swanson and Kelle Z Riley on Saturday, March 10 at 12:30 PM at the Coal City Public Library and Sunday, March 11 at 1:00 PM at the Bolingbrook Barnes & Noble Booksellers. I’m really hoping this cold is a quick one and that I don’t infect anyone attending the events (I promise not to share my germs).
But be forewarned. I don’t like to suffer in silence. I definitely whine a little too much when I’m not feeling well. “My throat huuuurts.” “I cannn’t breeeaaathe.” LOL. My poor family is probably glad I'm going away. But I am determined not to whine on this trip. Too much.
And let’s hope that this is the only plague of the month (I can dream!).
What kind of patient are you? A whiner or a silent sufferer?