A couple of weeks ago I was reading one of the few magazines I still subscribe to (Sunset, Better Homes & Gardens, Everyday with Rachael Ray or Martha Stewart living - I can't remember which) when I stumbled upon an article debunking common myths and misconceptions about the flu and colds. One of the things the article said was untrue was that you can't catch a cold just from being out in the cold. That made sense to me, after all, isn't it GERMS that get you sick? Not rain or wind?
Well, now I'm not so sure. You see, after yesterday's walk around San Francisco my cold - which was slowly but surely getting better - has regressed and is flat out nasty. Whereas on Wednesday I was able to talk for an hour at a time without going hoarse or losing my breath every third sentence, I'm now coughing every other minute - big wracking coughs too! - and I could be the poster child for all the symptoms listed in the Nyquil commercial - coughing, sneezing, aching, stuffy head, fever - it's all me.
But damn it was cold in San Francisco yesterday - surprisingly so. I went into the city on Wednesday for an interview wearing just a cardigan and I was fine. Warm even. Thursday? Not so much. Within seconds of exiting the BART station I was wishing that I had grabbed a jacket on my way out of the house - or maybe even some gloves and a scarf - because it was FRIGID down by the water. I showed up to my interview with a red runny nose, and my hands had turned bright red from being so cold. I was blowing on them in an attempt to get them warm so that when I shook hands with people they didn't think I felt like a corpse. Thankfully the person interviewing me was running late so I had a chance to warm up and get back to my normal skin tone.
I think the interview went well, so afterwards I decided to walk down the Embarcadero to the Ferry Building and treat myself to lunch. Alan was meeting a friend in SF for lunch as well so I figured that was as good a place as any to waste time while I waited for him to finish up so that we could take BART home together. What a gorgeous walk that was - but damn, again, COLD. Lunch at Hog Island Oyster Company warmed me right up though - 6 Chelsea oysters and a steaming bowl of clam chowder made with carrots, bacon, celery, potatoes and fresh, plump clams. Mmmm, good.