Not. Fucking. *Again.*

[rivka]

For approximately the six-millionth time this winter (okay, spring), I have a cold. Sore throat, headache, chills, sniffly, the whole exhilarating bonanza. I don't know why this stuff has been hitting me again and again and again. (Um. Other than, I don't get enough sleep or enough vitamins, and I spend most days in medical clinics with large numbers of immunocompromised people. Could that be it?)

But this time, it's all Ben's fault. He was just sick with a cold, but he shook it off in a day or two. That's my plan too. I cancelled my patients tomorrow (I'm not doing them a favor by coming in sick, not with their immune systems), and I intend to spend the day on the couch, under a blanket, and (hopefully, if the package arrives when it ought) deep in Bujold's Diplomatic Immunity. And sleeping. And drinking fluids. I will kill this cold with rest and vitamin C. Strictly speaking, I'm not sick enough to stay home from work: even if I oughtn't go to the clinic, I could go in to the office and wrangle data. But I've found that taking a cold immediately to bed cuts my recovery time immensely.

And I must be healthy by Friday, for my long-awaited visit with therealjae.

Must.

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Boo. I have something similar to what you have, and can't even take solace in having gotten it from some pleasant poly dalliance. Erm. Not to belittle that relationship. Ack. Sick and not coherent enought to be properly playful with words.