Well, yesterday was officially a disaster. Last night I broke a glass by knocking it off the end table. The only reason thatís significant is that in the morning, in a completely unrelated incident, I broke a glass by opening the refrigerator door too fast. Donít ask me how, but they were two of my favorite glasses, and Iím not used to breaking things. I broke a plate two years ago and made a big deal out of it. Since then, nothing.
Let me tell you something. When you havenít vacuumed in a while, and all of a sudden you have to pick glass up off the carpet, the vacuum tends to stir things up, so that the air is full of things that donít make breathing any easier for someone whoís already having trouble in that department. Whew.
The worst problem I had today was a cough I couldnít get rid of. The sore throat I carried over from the last two days was just a little rough most of the time. I did blow my nose constantly, which means that I was also constantly washing my hands. Iím obsessive about hand washing when Iím healthy, so when Iím sick, Iím beyond obsessive. Iím manic.