If you do the math, it’s clear that making the rounds of the New Years Day levees provides a good vector for the transmission of communicable illnesses: I must have shaken 100 hands on Sunday, and each of those had shaken 200 or 300 other hands already. I think this means, from an epidemiological perspective, that I’ve indirectly shaken hands with most of the people in Charlottetown.
It seems inevitable that some of those people are carrying bacteria or viruses, and that some of those bacteria or viruses made their way to me.
Or at least it sure seemed that way yesterday when I was parked in front of the couch with a wicked sore throat, chills, and a touch of headache.
Fortunately I seem to have bounced back today, which suggests that this is a short-lived disease, easily recovered from (I took G.’s recommendation and slept most of yesterday, which surely helped).
So as I type this I’m wading through a post-sickness delirium, not quite sure how to put together cogent sentences. But the end is near.
Reminder for 2007: Purell.