I don't like to be ill. Crohn's attacks are negotiable; they are systematic enough that I have learned to function with them. The cough? The congestion? These are symptoms so rare in their expression (kudos to immune system wipe-out) that when they do arise, I am made totally invalid.
I could already feel it on the flight(s) back from DC*, that cold and all-to-open airway. For days I regarded it as little as possible, but this morning I awoke at sunrise to what can only be described as a "whooping" cough. Preventative flu shot, vitamins and supplements be damned. I can admit that when it's real, it's real. I can also admit to relishing the rare excuse to sit on my couch from sunrise to evening sipping tea, reading and writing.
Cheers to you, post-SfN sickness, for waiting for the weekend so that I could get my surgeries accomplished.
On a side note: jeers to cruel professors with identity crises. Professors should be allowed to teach graduate courses unless at least one of the students is rotating or staying with them.
*SfN-related posts can be found in How We Are Hungry.