When men get sick, they revert back to babies. I'm here to tell you that when I get sick, I'm the KING of the babies.

I'm sick. I'm cranky. I have that balloon-head feeling and it sucks. At least my nose has stopped running now, it was like a chinese water torture (or is that waterboarding now?) all day. I left work at 2, but brought some work home with me because we're under a deadline. It's still sitting at the end of my bed where I put it when I walked in the door. I should be able to get back to work tomorrow, depending how the early morning goes. I may work from here for an hour or two and have some tea and get over the worst of it and then go in mid-morning. We'll see what happens though.

Once again, where all others failed, Cold-FX made a difference. I'm going to take the second big dose tonight before bed and then start tomorrow with the medium dose and see if it kills it off by the end of Friday like last time.

UPDATE: Holy sheetrock, that Cold-FX kicks ass. I felt a bit assy this morning and was late getting to work, but by 10:00 when the next dose of Cold-FX kicked in, I was right as rain. I can still tell I'm sick, but I'm symptom free and functioning around 90% at work.