Gotta Gripe … Getta Grip

Gripe of the week/month/year: if you have a cold/cough, and you absolutely have to go to the gym (office, coffee shop, what-have-you), wear a mask and/or cover your mouth when you sneeze or cough, and/or stay a decent distance.

Last weekend, someone at the gym decided to spread the joy [of germs] and cough on yours truly. Guess who got sick as a result? Yep. So not amused.

Especially when the worst nosebleed like ever occurred, courtesy of said sickness. Called a neighbor because it just wouldn’t stop. Out came the icepack and a list of actions to abide by.

That, of course, resulted in a lecture about COVID.

“Did you get tested?”

“No, it’s a cold.”

“COVID symptoms are similar to those of a cold …”

“It’s … a … cold.”

“I have a kit. Test yourself.”

“…It’s a … COLD!”

Needless to say, the kit is in the cupboard because … it’s … a … cold.

So, while I gotta gripe about bad manners/etiquette and being sick, some people should not panic and getta grip.

My neighbor’s a lovely lady—who has very (!) definite views. Because mine differ vastly, I often receive the evil eye and a resultant discourse on why her view is the RIGHT one.

Once upon a time, I was equally adamant about certain things. But I learned [thankfully] that sharing [discussing] personal beliefs is much more agreeable than trying to impose them. I believe that’s called: r-e-s-p-e-c-t.

And on that note, I respectfully wish everyone a respect-filled weekend [and month] …