Goo Is Sticky Stuff

Anyone else who has a tendency to pick up respiratory infections will understand me completely when I say that the worst of the cold is not over with the worst of it.  Once the sneezing is done and the nose stops running, I actually feel quite a bit better.  It should be done.

But that is not always the way these things go.  More often than not, the cold leaves behind a great deal of congestion and that is where things stand tonight.  The Goo has infiltrated my sinuses and every time I blow my nose there is an alarming squeal in my right ear, sometimes followed by a pop that makes me wince every time.  Some of The Goo has gotten adventurous and traveled to parts south where it is rattling around my lungs as it tours the countryside.  A little bit of The Goo was convinced to exit the premises once faced with a sternly worded notice of eviction.  But most of it just laughed, rattled and popped before going back about the business of being Goo.

This doesn't necessarily mean that I am heading for a sinus infection, nor does it automatically indicate bronchitis.  But I've certainly had my share of experience with The Goo and I know the paths it can take.  Even though I had plans to head south for Chicks With Sticks and some communal knitting, I knew it was probably not a good idea.  The only defense against Goo Gone Wild is rest.  I always feel so faint of heart when I opt to take it easy, but I clearly recall the last time I said to myself, "Oh, don't be silly...I'm sure it will all be fine.  I'll just take some NyQuil and carry on.  How bad can a cold possibly get, after all?"

I ended up with pneumonia was sick for a month.  Not going there again.

So here I am at home instead of going to Knit Night.  I'm as OK with being at home as I am with going out.  I'm just a little bit bummed since I won't have the chance to head down that way until April unless I quit my job.  Which I'd do in a heartbeat if they'd pay me to sit at home until Tuesday night's knitting group.  I should look into that...

There are good things about hearth and home, I suppose.  The kitties are never all that thrilled to see me heading towards the door.  They are always pretty clear about their feelings on the matter of my social life and will use a variety of strategies to keep me on the couch.  The Absurdly Gi-normous Kitty decided to fake a cold.  That makes perfect sense since he's had quite the role model for cold symptoms around here lately.

Yook!  I can haz Goo jus' yike Mummy!

The Big, Fluffy Kitty simply resorted to her, "And just where do you think you're going, young lady?" look.  

Which is fairly impressive.  And a little intimidating, if you want the truth...

The "dishcloth" was also kind of happy that I made the choice to stay in.  Once it got used to being sneezed on forty six times per night, it didn't mind at all.  

And it's even going to get a sleeve if all goes well!  If things go amazingly well, it might get two!

A night at home is not so bad, I guess.  Even if I'm stuck here in a wad of Goo.  There's the knitting and the kitties, not to mention the hope that I will get past this Goo-Fest.  I have one or two obligations coming up and need to be healthy for those.  Staying home was the responsible thing to do, even if it meant giving up something to which I've been looking forward for weeks.  I feel like the better person for having done the right thing.

That doesn't mean that I didn't make brownies, though.  I'm not made of stone.  I may be responsible and all...

But I'm not immune to the need for comfort food when stuck with The Goo

SA