I don’t get sick much, but when I sat in my hair stylist’s chair, she proceeded to hack up 25 lungs in a coughing fit that left me reeling. I immediately knew I was doomed. First the convulsive sneezing started. And within 36 hours I was on the phone calling out sick from work.
I lay bedridden for awhile, drinking hot tea and watching nature shows on Discovery Channel (it’s a damn shame what those hyenas did to that cheetah).
But let’s back up a sec. My first line of defense to speed my recovery from a cold is to up my intake of oregano oil. It’s a critical step that I encourage you to try. Yet I also did something revolutionary: I donned a disposable ear loop face mask for my family’s sake.
The masks have been in my medical supply hoard since 2013. I’ve been saving them for the apocalypse, of course. But the light bulb went off inside my brain and persuaded me to use a mask right now. I pulled out a few masks in the morning before doing the daily prep of the kid’s anti-stomach flu concoction, and then I did some laundry. I looked damn sexy in that mask, but that’s neither here nor there.
And now here comes the gross part: After about an hour, all that coughing, sneezing and heavy breathing I did caused the part of the mask touching my nose and mouth to become very wet. The mask captured all that moisturized nastiness.
Disgusting, isn’t it?
Without my mask, all of those sneezes and coughs of wetness may have otherwise spewed into the air around my house. Sure, I had tissues on hand, but I doubt it would have captured those viral aerosols as well as the mask did. This got me thinking about how other people’s aerosols of grossness are in the air all around us. Nasty, nasty, nasty.
(Sidenote: I no longer go out of my way to shake hands with people. I simply don’t know where their hands have been.)
Who has time to be sick, right? But more importantly, I don’t want my child spawns to be ill. It’s been over a week since I did the mask trick and my gremlin children and doing well with no cold symptoms. The mask was no bother to me at all. In the midst of feeling like total crap, donning the mask gave me a bit of empowerment over the situation. It was comfortable to wear and obviously did the job I needed it to do.
So consider this: Next time your nostrils and pie hole become a loaded gun of germ-infested ammunition, do your entire household a favor and put a mask on it.
LET’S BE FRIENDS!