all day(quil) and all of the ny(quil)

It was only a matter of time before I got sick. Frankly, I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner, considering my morning commute feels like a city-wide group hug. Every time I have to grab hold of a smeary metal subway railing, I fear that it was most recently handled by a homeless person with tuberculosis and hand herpes.

I'm happy to report I have neither tuberculosis, nor hand herpes, but I have something else entirely unpleasant. I can't laugh without breaking into a tight, painful cough and I can feel my heart beat in my NOSE. My eyes are burning, my head aches, and I have the voice of a 13 year-old smoker (male). I've stopped blowing my nose and started just leaving the tissues stuffed into my face. Call it a preventative measure.

I'm just a wimpy sick person, I think. Some people can really work through it. Like, take for example, my Mister, who had bronchitis and a fever on our WEDDING DAY. And yet, he freaking sold it.

I, on the other hand, turn into a cranky first grader:

Mister: I'm home! I brought you some soup and tissues and cough drops!
Me: Did you bring me a puppy?
Mister: Umm... no?
Me: Whimper.

In my defense... he knows how much I've been wanting a puppy.