Bed-ridden

I hate being sick. I especially hate colds.
So I went home to Texas for Spring Break and had a great time for the most part. Can I just tell you that my sisters make everything more fun? (My brothers-in-law too, but only one was there this time.) We can do almost anything and have a great time. We can wrap ourselves in blankets and watch Harry Potter, occasionally beating each other up, or play Rock Band, or play stupid computer games while listening to the radio, or get pedicures while reading the subtitles to Avatar. Anything is more fun with my sisters. That's just how it is. But I digress.
One of my lovely sisters brought me a present. I'm not sure which one it was so I can't name names. But it was one of them. I'm sure of it.
The present was not a nice present.
It was a big fat ugly cold disguised as an allergy. Do you want to know what happens when you try to treat a cold with allergy medicine?
Go ahead. Guess. I'll wait.
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You're right.
NOTHING.
Did that stop me?
Oh no.
I took about FIVE different kinds of allergy medicine before I realized it was a cold and not my allergies.
So I had a blast with my sisters on Saturday, flew back to Idaho on Sunday (which, with a bad cold, was NOT a pleasant experience) and spent Monday either asleep or lying in bed hacking and watching The Muppet Show.
Yesterday I managed to drag myself out of bed to go to my microbiology lab in which I handled BACTERIA. Now, does that seem smart to you? Doesn't it sound like I already have enough of my own to deal with?
And today I am at school again.
I should still be in bed.
And with my sisters.
Which brings me back to my earlier point: I hate being sick.