Well, the cold seems to be getting somewhat better, except for the chest congestion and coughing, which, as usual, were the last things to develop and will probably be the last things to go. I'm just really, really hoping this isn't one of the times when that'll linger for weeks and weeks, because if I have to put off this surgery again, I am going to cry.
I am, by the way, still reading Failure Is Not an Option and have just been told all about how when Wally Schirra had a head cold in space, he got really, really grumpy. Somehow, that makes me feel slightly better about all the whining I've been doing. Although perhaps less so when I think about about the fact that that dude managed to fly an entire Apollo mission with a cold, and I couldn't even make the drive up to Albuquerque. Oh, well. I never claimed to have the right stuff, anyway.
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And to think that I always feel my head is going to explode from the sinus pressure, and he risked it in outer space!
ReplyDeleteApparently colds are really no fun in space.
DeleteTo think that, decades later, we understand that he did those Actifed commercials for more than just money.
ReplyDeleteWell, probably mostly for the money. :)
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