I am not a good sick person.  I hate being sick.  Hate. It.

I’ve been sick since Sunday.  I was initially in denial.  “I’m not sick!  I’m just tired…”  But after racing home from work on Monday to be… uh… sick, I had to own up to the fact that I was actually sick.  I slept for four hours and thought, “Well, that oughta do it!”

Not so fast.

So then I went to work Tuesday, still feeling under the weather, but did the ole “mind over matter” biz… which resulted in me running a fever on Tuesday night.  Sa-weet.  I spent today trying to sleep, rest and get better… am I better?  eh, so-so.  Nothing a nice dose of Tylenol Cold won’t cure…