It would appear that I have been felled by our little friend, Mr. Rhinovirus. If I didn't know better, I'd say this particular cold was a sneaky devil since it just crept up on me, hung out a little while, and set up shop before I knew he was in the neighborhood. What happened to that harbinger of all bad viruses--the sore throat--that lets you know to stock up on things like water, juice, saline spray, vicks chest goo, honey, whiskey and chicken soup? No sore throat, but plenty of stuffiness, coughing and a generalized feeling of, well, ickiness.
Today is a bad day for being sick. In the first place, I'm off work, dammit, and I don't want to spend it feeling like crap. In the second place, Rachel has been short one roommate for about 5 months now and my husband and I have absorbed the cost of three women living in that home instead of four. Today we're to interview a family for that spot and this one looks promising. We've interviewed others for this vacancy, but because the last roommate was an abysmal failure due to many factors, not least of which was her crazy guardian/sister, we're being picky, picky, picky.
The last roomie had developmental disabilities, physical disabilities and more than her share of OCD and mental illness. She. Never.Stopped.Talking.Ever. As though she were worried she'd be told to shut up, she talked really loud and fast. When we met her, she was on Lithium with decent symptom management, but soon after, developed kidney failure and was no longer able to take this drug. Doctors never found a suitable alternative and her mental illness escalated and stayed there. Rachel, who can't speak, never could verbalize her discomfort with the tension in the home, but her relief was almost palpable when that client moved out. It was as though the residents and the staff could finally exhale. All are much happier and Rachel's Place seems almost peaceful now, but the burden of supporting half that home is beginning to wear and it's time to do something about alleviating our financial burden.
I'm off to go buy a few cold masking agents to get me through the afternoon. I can always allow myself to succumb to this bugger later. Right now, I have other plans that are too important to allow interference from a lousy cold.