Experiences far more miserable than having an upper resperatory infection:

• Watching a hurricane wipe out a hometown.
• Losing a home to fire.
• Losing every single loved one in a single wave.
• Mudslides.
• Earthquakes.
• Viruses that require full-on quarintine.
• Viruses that require full-on quarintine and visits from men in interesting containment suits.
• Being audited.
• Just about any experience not encapsulated in the cushy day-to-day experience of a middle class member of a first world nation.

It could be so much worse than the pedestrian misery of the annual post-holiday head cold. All I need is to knock back a dose Advil C&S, curl up on the couch with a coke, a comforter and a fistful of Kleenex and clear off the last of Boston Legal off the Tivo. Hell, all I really need is to just rest; the list is just superfluious creature comforts. Right?

God, I hate being sick.