divine angst

I have managed to go nearly 18 months without getting sick. Oh, I’ve had some allergy issues in that time—sniffling and sneezing from molds and whatnot—but I haven’t had a real, live, green-snot-blowing cold in forever.

Until now.

Monday night, after Mr. Angst and I had downed a $40 bottle of Veuve, I felt my throat start to get a little itchy and sore. I figured it was the champagne and thought nothing of it. Yesterday morning, though, it was worse, and I had one clogged nostril. By the end of the day yesterday, I was in the throes of a full-blown cold, sans only the coughing. (That will come next week, I’m sure.)

I may jinx myself by saying this, but I just don’t get sick very often! I’ve never had the flu, strep throat, or mono; I get max one cold a year, and the most regular illness I ever had was chronic laryngitis in college. So I hate being sick.

And now I’m sick right before we’re to head to cold, snowy Chicago. I am not pleased.

(I’m not the only one, apparently—Denise has a cold, too. Denise, I tried to comment but TypePad is acting up, so I’ll just share my advice here: DayQuil. It is the gift of the gods to sick people who can’t stay in bed all day.)

I’m hoping I nip this sucker in the bud tonight or tomorrow. Being sick for our anniversary trip would be awful.