I am thinking of you, my healthy, non-infectious friends with your sinus passages clear of mucus and your lithe little bodies free of fever.
I am thinking how you're probably all eating ice cream and going outside to play while I waste away in this sick room amid my used tissues (at least I didn't say snot rags) and throat lozenge wrappers.
I am thinking you are enjoying a picnic or sunning yourself as today is probably the warmest yet and all signs of snow a forgotten wintry nightmare. (I can't say for certain as I am too weak and sickly to open a window and check for myself.)
I am thinking how you're probably not even giving a thought to my compromised condition or the fact that I may never walk again. (Actually, there's nothing wrong with my legs, but as true friends I'd at least expect you to fear the very worst.)
But please, my healthy, non-infected friends, go about your day, enjoy yourselves, live it up.
Whatever you do, don't let the fact that I am lying on my deathbed, battling a deadly disease (cold) make you feel bad, or ruin any of your good times.
Just know that you are in my thoughts today.