Tuesday January 21, 1992
I'm up and doing laundry and then get ready for my nail appointment at 11 a.m. I'm still coughing terribly and now my nose is running heavily. I feel terrible. Sitting for an hour for my nails is very difficult. By the time I get home I'm ready to hit the couch for the rest of the day.
There's no way I can go Country Western dancing tonight. I'm trying hard not to give this cold to Frank.
Yes, it must have been hard to hold her hand still while the manicurist applied polish and Mom was coughing her head off! If I were the manicurist I would be worried about catching her cold.
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