Despite repeated evidence to the contrary, I usually maintain this notion that sick days give me time to rest and catch up on the things I normally don't have time for. Said notion evaporates once the sick day actually comes. Then all I really want to do is lie in bed and moan.
I had been nursing a cough since the middle of last week. Strangely, it metamorphosed into a cold. Usually, it's the reverse that happens. But there you go.
Again, despite repeated evidence to the contrary, I thought I'd get better. But oh no, it usually ends up getting worse. Monday, I struggled to get through the day, which I did, heroically. By Tuesday, I was down and out. I thought I'd recover enough to make it back to class on Tuesday afternoon: no go.
To add to the indignity, I twisted my back. I'm back in the harness today, but...the pain! the pain!