I'm a Spartan. I drink orange juice. I eat broccoli. I work out at the gym and wipe down the machines.
I'm sniffling just a little but I know it's NOTHING.
12 o'clock. The witching hour. It's 3 degrees. At night the furnace kicks on every three hours or so. I'm dressed like a commando on a winter campout. I've got the flannel pajamas with the dancing latte mug pattern, two turtlenecks, a hooded sweatshirt, and thick socks. I'm shivering and sniffling.
1 a.m. I wake up. I sneeze, dash through the freezing house to take a Tylenol, and put on two more turtlenecks.
2 a.m. I throw a sleeping bag on top of the three quilts and two blankets and open a Georgette Heyer book.
2:30 a.m. Georgette Heyer briefly puts me to sleep.
3 a.m. I wake up and am seriously shivering. I can't get warm. I put my sweatshirt hood up and try to remember the name of the Georgette Heyer book I'm reading.
5 a.m. Why am I awake? Why am I shivering? Should I put on my coat?
6 a.m. The alarm goes off. I sneeze.
7 a.m. I'm not sick. We need to buy a blanket.
7:30 a.m. All right, I have a cold. But I'm sweating and freezing at the same time. I drink four glasses of orange juice and look for something stronger than Tylenol.
I'm sure a lot of you have the same thing and if you know a cure please let me know.