For me when I get sick, I go down hard. I can always tell though when I am about to get sick. I can feel the germs collecting in the back of my throat the night before. The common cold usually begins with a sore throat and a stuffy nose. My progression gets worse with body aches and high fever. At this point I am miserable, but then who wouldn't be. So on Wednesday when I felt the light mist forming inside, I knew it would be a rough weekend for me. I missed two days of work and pretty much quarantined myself in my apartment.

Thankfully, after a doctor's visit, I was relived to find out that I didn't have whatever was going around the month earlier. That was truly a blessing. It seemed some people got really hit hard with something that lead to sever diarrhea and stomach flu. I just had the common cold. Still it was enough to knock me down and have me bed ridden for up until tonight.

When I get sick I enjoy my solitude though. It's the one time I truly get to just relax and cast off all my cares and have a good reason to be miserable. While I am not one to seek pity for my suffering I do get a weird feeling of comfort to know I have a valid excuse not to be bothered. Former roommates and my family can probably attest that I am a hard person to be around when I get sick. Tonight however, I can breath again.