that I hate being sick. Hate it.
The stuffy head, the wracking cough and the sore throat are enough to pretty much stop me in my tracks, and I know my own ability to deal with feeling like this is pretty poor. Then, the medicines intended to treat the symptoms are almost as bad. NyQuil gives me nightmares, and most of the OTC remedies make me so tired I could sleep soundly under the wheels of a diesel truck and not know it until it drove off and my brains squirted out my ears.
Did I mention the medications? The patent cures? The snake oils?
This morning Mrs. I hands me a huge white capsule and says "Here, swallow. It smells and tastes like roach bait, but it's good for you."
If I'd not seen her cut the foil on the package I'd have run screaming for the hills.
Granted, if I don't get well soon I might just try some of that Black Flag Cough & Cold.