Sick

You know how when you’re going pee and you start to have a coughing fit and the pee then gets all over your leg?

Yeah. That sucks.

You know when you are sitting in a meeting with several co-workers, all giving you the pity-eyes, and you are sweating profusely and then shivering uncontrollably?

That sucks.

Also, when you have no memory of coughing all through the night (possibly because of a combination of Tylenol PM Cold and Congestion and a Lunesta, just possibly), but you wake up in the guest room (where you spent the night to spare your husband the audible horror of what he has dubbed the ‘seal cough’) with incredibly sore abdominal muscles?

That sucks too.

And when you lie in bed an extra 20 minutes thinking about how you could use just two more hours of sleep, but if you call in sick you will probably regret later… but then you get to work and remember that it’s possible to regret the decision to come to work too?

That sucks a lot.

Just about the only thing that was kind of fun over the last 72 hours (and counting) has been the Tylenol PM-induced dream I had last night, in which I was still in college and crushing on an Air Force Fighter Pilot who looked suspiciously like Michael Johns from American Idol. And I never even thought Michael Johns was all that attractive until this dream. I blame Casey for that.