One of the worst things about working from home and, well, rarely leaving the house is that when I get sick?  Both Will and I know EXACTLY where I get it.  Before, when we both worked in retail we could blame any random illness I came down with on customers.  Now when I catch a bug it, like clockwork, happens within three days of his starting to feel better.  And I don’t just get what he had.  No, I have to (have to) take it to the next level.  Every time.  If I were competitive I’d probably take some sort of twisted pride in this.  But since I am not competitive in the slightest (not even on Words With Friends) I am mostly just annoyed.

So.  About a week and a half ago Will came down with this sinus…thing.  Like clockwork, I came down with a sinus thing three and a half days later. I felt it happen too.  It was like one minute I was feeling fine and over the course of fifteen minutes I was sick.  Blecch.

But it didn’t stop there.  Heck no!  Copying someone else’s sinus thing is for wimps.  I had to take it one step further and develop a chest thing too.

Without fail, every single illness I get moves into my bronchioles within a day or two.  I do not know why this is but I wish it would stop.

So.  It’s been a week now since I felt the onset of what I will call “the sludge.”  And I’m still blowing through paper towels (Viva paper towels are the only things strong enough to withstand the Niagra-like qualities of gunk that come flying out of my nostrils when I blow my nose) and coughing roughly every fifteen seconds.  And when I cough? It sounds like gravel in a blender.

I sound like I have some sort of horrible plague.  But? I *feel* fine!  Truly!  I feel fine.  Which is what makes this whole extra level of illness so irritating.

Anybody want to trade immune systems?  I’m so tired of mine!