Last Thursday morning, I heard Kaitlyn cough. Just a quick, dry cough, so I didn’t worry about it.
Then she came and sat on my lap and her nose was running. And she coughed that dry cough again.
You see where this is going, right?
Friday night my throat felt sore. I took two Tylenol and went to bed.
Yesterday I woke up with a dry, wheezy cough, a runny nose, plugged-up ears, and a sore throat.
There was some swearing.
I’m supposed to fly to Orlando on Thursday for IZEAFest. My plane ticket is paid for, I booked a car service to pick me and my roommate up from the airport, and I paid my roommate for my half of the room charge ahead of time.
I’ve been looking forward to this trip for months. Some of the biggest names in blogging are going to be there, plus a bunch of the people I’ve known since my PayPerPost days but have never met. There’s a trip to Busch Gardens, to Icebar, to SEAWORLD.
But I have to be responsible here. If there’s even a chance that I could still be coughing on that plane, spraying miniscule droplets of cold germs in a closed environment, it just would not be right of me to go. Besides the fact that I hardly have the energy for running around Busch Gardens and SeaWorld at this point. I spent all of yesterday on the couch under a blanket clutching tissues and Cloraseptic throat spray and Sudafed.
I should mention that I have chronic bronchitis, so the cough is not a surprise. Compared to previous years, this is actually a pretty mild case of it, knock on wood. For me, a simple cold can very easily turn into bronchitis. One of the boys probably brought it home from school, gave it to Kaitlyn who gave it to me.
I’m giving myself until Tuesday, and then if I’m still coughing, I’ll have to call my roommate and the car service and the airline. There is, however, one thing that would make not going to Orlando okay – Ryan’s birthday is next Friday. His THIRTEENTH birthday. I was going to miss it, which was okay with him, but if I’m here, I can wish him happy birthday in person on his special day.
I still wish I wasn’t sick though. Dang it.