Sick Day

 

I felt it Friday night. Pain in my nose.

I decided to be proactive and take something for it. It's time for some seasonal allergies for me.

Then, on Saturday, as I mentioned I just felt "off" while calling the Brunswick game. Yet, I'm glad to say the highlight package that Brunswick's social media puts online made me sound OK. To that, I say thank you.

By Sunday, yeah, it felt pretty obvious that this was some kind of sinus infection (or, in my case, the common cold).

Moving to last night, I kept having to go off the microphone to cough or blow my nose during "Zolz's Are You Kidding Me ... Again (co-starring Sheriff Kirk Imperati and, oh yeah, me)." 

As I drove home from the studios near Fishkill, my head was on fire. Upon coming home, I took meds, and even added a sleeping pill, and went into a decent night of sleep.

And I'm probably dealing with the back end of feeling like garbage today. You know the drill: stuffy nose, stuffed ears, sore throat, etc.

It's purely in my head (yes, I know), and the rest of my body is fine. I'm also fortunate (though I don't know if that's the right word) to have a light schedule today. 

I have been out because a quick grocery store trip was needed this morning. So that means I pulled myself together and got dressed. I'm not a complete slug today. But, mostly, I've been able to confine myself to the living room a limited amount of time in the bedroom.

OK, about my bedroom. Who knew that a building erected in 1930 might creek a bit. Apparently, that's the issue with the person below us who complained to the landlord. Thus the reason I needed to put a black carpet down in there in the hope of muting some noise. For what it's worth, it camouflages the cat very well.

And, in the "good neighbor" category, she scowls at me every time she sees me. I mean, I didn't have "bad neighbor" on my bingo card and I'm hoping the situation will simply go away.

Because, let's face it, we're not going away anytime soon.

We've met many people in the neighborhood otherwise and we all just kind of say hello, pass the time, admire various dogs, and make limited small talk.

But loud? Despite my love of music, I don't play it loud. I don't think the TV is loud either. Is it that this person isn't used to someone being upstairs during the daytime hours? I'm honestly not sure. In fact, the neighbor hasn't said a word to us, which I find kind of disappointing. We're pretty reasonable, despite anything you hear to the contrary.

Anyway, I shouldn't feel weird going into my own bedroom. 

As for being sick, it's hard to imagine there was once a time when one was careful to admit that. I mean, I look back at the chaos of 2020-2021 and just marvel at it. I mean, that really happened. If you ever sneezed or coughed you thought were had a scarlet letter on you.

It was truly a time, wasn't it?

In this case, I'm happy to write not (roughly 2:30 in the afternoon) and still do "Doubleheader" at 4:00. Then I can just chill after that.

The rest of the week will be busy enough and I'll need the energy.

For the record, if I had to be somewhere, I'd be there. It's pretty rare that I actually call out like that. That reliability is one of my better points.

Fear not for me, and please know I'm otherwise fine. It's a cold. It's not that big of a deal. I've just been writing for over 2,100 consecutive days and I needed a topic.

*sneeze*

And this was that topic.