I hate being sick

Mike apparently gave me the plague in Seattle, even though it waited until Wednesday of last week to really kick in. Since then I’ve been popping Sudafed and doing shots of NyQuil while my immune system ineffectualy battles the microscopic bastards. A typical cold for me starts with a lingering sore throat, then incapacitates me for a day or two, transitions into infuriating sinus preasure, then lingers for a week of persistent coughting and sneezing before fading back to a sore throat. Repeating twice a year on average to make my life hell.

Uhg. I need to go binge on some vitamin C.