Hesitant, Hopeful

I have one more thing to add to the previous whiny rant about how the universe has it in for me: I. am. sick. Full on, sick. My head is congested and my throat hurts. I'm coughing, which is making my throat feel like it's on fire, and I can't breathe. Cough drops aren't helping much either. Add Matt's smoking to that equation, to which I am already allergic, and I am so miserable right now. I'm also weak and tired, and want nothing more than to lay on the sofa and veg.

I got it when Matt came home from work with some sort of plague and, jokingly, coughed on me while we were in Wal-Mart getting his damn DayQuil. Ha, ha. He says he only coughed on me after I was already getting it--because before this he kissed me and then realized he shouldn't have. I call bullshit. I was fighting it off, I take vitamins C and D12. I managed to make it through a whole semester without bringing anything home to him, which is pretty good considering I work with 18 and 19 year olds. One measly plague is going around at Matt's job and I become a victim. I don't even work there, I don't have direct contact. It's not a wonder Matt got sick, but I shouldn't have had to.

So am I blaming this on him? Yes. He's going to the health center on campus today. I can't go because I have to work. Rather than laying around and moaning about feeling like crap, I get to sit a final and grade papers. Hooray. So now his plague is going to be passed around to my student who's is coming in for her make-up exam and to my poor, unsuspecting coworkers. Which is not awesome, but also not avoidable.

Thanks, honey. I'll make sure to "jokingly" cough on you next time I'm sick. It's hilarious, you'll see.