Cold and flu season

It started on Sunday, a little scratchy throat. I blamed it on the hair and the dust at the dog show.
But now it's Tuesday, and it's trying to be a full-blown cold. Stuffy head, fatigue, muscle weakness, dizziness. It had better not be the flu.

Erik wanted me to have a flu shot, but Dr. Personality insisted that it had to be in one of my 'off' weeks. Now I'm heading into treatment tomorrow with an upper respiratory infection trying to beat me, no flu shot on board, and I can't take anything. Kirshner is not going to be happy; I don't even know if he'll be able to treat me.

There's no fever (so far), so maybe he'll say it's a go for treatment. I don't want to get off schedule. I don't want a cold OR the flu. I haven't had either for three years, and now, suddenly, here I am all stuffed up. I haven't needed to take a sick day for chemo since I started back to work in July, but today I called in and said I'd be working from home, confining my germs to me alone.

These are the times that having cancer is hardest...can't take anything, just have to tough it out with turkey soup and peppermint tea and lots of water and rest. Okay, cold...bring it on. I'm ready for you.