This last vacation was the first time I’d ever come down with something while enjoying the sunshine. It started on the flight down to Manzanillo. We were sitting next to a friend of ours who was hacking and coughing all the way down. I joked with him that my wife and I had better not get what he had.
A few days later my wife started coughing as well. Her throat was sore and she came down with a case of laryngitis. It knocked her for a loop for a couple of days, but eventually went away before our first week was over. Then at the end of the first week it was my turn. I had the exact same thing. I couldn’t stop coughing and eventually I lost my voice as well. Like my wife, mine was short lived, about three days or so.
Suddenly, it seemed like everyone we knew had the same thing.
Coming back home on the plane was no better. For the five hour flight, all you could hear was a cacophony of coughing, sneezing, blowing, snorting, and everything else in between. There must have been a billion germs flying around that plane. You actually wanted to hold your breath for as long as possible to avoid breathing in all of that crap. I just had a feeling that whatever was flying around was going to come and get me.
Sure enough, by the time Saturday rolled around, I had a pretty good head cold. I felt alright, but my ears were plugged, my sinuses were plugged, and that dreadful coughing had returned. This is a terrible job to have when you have a head cold, so I went over to the drugstore and grabbed a handful of things I thought might help set me right before I had to roll into work Monday morning.
This morning is the first time that I felt like things were clearing up.
I think next time I fly I’ll grab one of those surgical masks from my dentist and slap it on my face. It might look funny, but after what I heard on that plane ride home, looking funny would be a wonderful alternative!