You know, it's funny when you're sick, and you can't even do that right... *snicker* Belle wanted to spoil me a bit, since I'd done that for her while she was infecting me; and I think she was a bit upset that I wasn't in a babying mood... I wasn't hungry when she offered me chicken soup, I was too hot for snuggles... And somehow, I just felt guilty that I wasn't being sick properly. Ah well. When I'm under the weather, I usually like to collapse on the couch and vegetate, or curl up in corner. Once, when my roommates came home a couple of years ago, they found me asleep under the dining room table. I couldn't even explain why I was there, just that I felt crappy and that seemed to be the place to be.
But I am feeling better, and I haven't missed any work ... because the germs need to move on to new hosts.