I don't get sick but I'm getting sick. It's my throat. Fortunately, I kept my schedule light for Canada Day: only one reading. I'll just keep sucking on Ricola drops.
I keep thinking of T.S. Eliot:
Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
Had a bad cold, nevertheless...
(The Waste Land)
(Of course, being psychic doesn't work that way. In fact, I have never even won a contest! It's about other people, about helping people.)
Last year at around this time, I had laryngitis. I had to cancel several readings one day because I had absolutely no voice. Hopefully, it will just remain a sore throat.