*Cough Cough*

My husband is knocked out. Not because he got in a fight, but because he caught a cold.

I get sick, he's fine. I get sick again, he's still fine. Repeat many, many times. He finally gets sick, guess what? I get sick too.

He's passed out on the sofa with a nasty sore throat/cough/sinus cold. Me? I just realized my throat is tender and after checking I discovered my glands are slightly swollen.

This is not good. Come Monday, he'll be fine. Which is great. Me? I'm on spring break. I'm supposed to be writing and packing all week. If history repeats itself, this minor cold he has will hit me much harder.

Not looking forward to this. If I liked orange juice, I'd be drinking it by the gallon.

I can generally plow my way through a cold. I'm just worried that since basically everything I have to do is at home this week, I may just curl up on the couch and sleep.