Cold and flu season seems to be early this year. Everyone is coughing,
hacking and sneezing already. But, I feel GREAT! With everyone else around me
getting sick, however, Iím really afraid that Iím going to catch the bug
"No, NO! I donít want to be sick! Keep your germs away from me!"
"I donít feel too good today," declares my honey, "I feel
feverish and my throat hurts. I think Iíll call in sick to work. My head
"Oh, no! Itís going to get me next -- I just know it", I think.
"Sorry, dear", as I turn my cheek to avoid a goodbye kiss and pop a
Vitamin C on my way out the door.
On the office elevator, someone sneezes and I try to hold my breath, turning
only slightly blue before I reach my floor and stagger out, gasping for fresh,
unpolluted, disease-free air.
"I was really sick yesterday, but I feel fine today," says a
co-worker, blowing her nose, as I take two steps backwards. Why donít people
stay home when they are sick? All they are doing is infecting the rest
"Cough, cough", says my boss on the telephone. "Iím sick and
canít make it in today."
"Sorry, hope you feel better soon", as I spray my telephone with
disinfectant and hope that germs canít get to me over the phone lines.
"Germs! They are everywhere! I just know Iím going to get sick",
as I go to the restroom to wash my hands again. Hand washing is supposed to be
the best way to get rid of germs and avoid colds and flu, isnít it?
Someone coughs in the cubicle next to me. I make the sign of the cross.
"Flu shots will be given December 10," I read on a flyer. I thought
flu shots were supposed to be given in October, before flu season? Iím not
sure I can make it until December", as I begin crossing off the
first of the many days left on the calendar until December.
I feel my forehead to see if Iím hot. Nope, seem to be okay. Maybe I can
hold out after all. I put on my sweater to keep from getting chilled.
Another coworker comes by to deliver a stack of papers.
"Boy, my allergies are really acting up. Must be the weather," she
says in a hoarse, raspy voice, as she clears her throat. "I think Iím
I wonder if I should don my rubber gloves and face mask or save them for the
really serious stuff like anthrax? Too late, Iíve already touched the papers
she gave me. I grab the bottle of hand sanitizer with Aloe and Vitamin E.
"Kills 99.99% of germs," it proclaims on the label. "Hope the
.11% that gets through is not very contagious."
Whatís a body to do? People seem to just insist on spreading their germs
around. How am I supposed to stay well? Maybe Iím just being paranoid. Maybe I
wonít get sick. Yeah, and maybe pigs can fly!
"KERCHOO!!!" The cubicle wall buckles from the other side. What was
THAT? Is everybody in the place sick but me?
In terror, I cover my nose with a tissue, grab the disinfectant and spray the
air. Health officials estimate there will be 25-50 million cases of flu this
winter. About 20,000 people die from influenza every year.
I decide to deploy my secret anti-cold weapon and open a package of menthol
cough drops, just in case I need them.
Anthrax, my eye! Iíve been in a state of panic over a couple dozen cases of
anthrax? From the way things are going, it looks as if I stand a much better
chance of being done in by the common cold.