So, you know how I thought I was coming down with the flu? I wasn't.
It was just the start of a run-of-the-mill cold. I did have to fly my trip, but I traded my Purser position for a back galley position. That allowed me to to stay in back and do all the cart set-up and service prep work instead of going out into the aisle. I used the mask/gloves out of the biohazard kit while working, so I did what I could to limit spreading my germs.
I'm home now for three glorious days off! I had expected to feel half-dead by the time I got home last night.
But you know what? This cold of mine, although it started off ominously, just hasn't gotten as bad as usual. It hasn't moved into my chest like my colds always do. I'm not coughing. I just don't feel "laid low". All day yesterday, I kept thinking, "I wish this cold would hurry up and really develop into something. The sooner I hit bottom, the sooner I can start recovering..."
Then it hit me. Maybe this is my "new normal" cold! Could it really be that not only do I feel better regularly, but I even feel better when I'm SICK? From now on, if I catch a bug, I won't get as sick as I did when I was a smoker? It only makes sense, right?
There is, however, a down side to this revelation. I was really looking forward to spending three days snuggled in bed with chicken soup, watching "The Bachelor" and "Downton Abbey". Darn. ;-)