Austin's been sick for the last week, crashing at Jason and my place to wallow in misery... and as expected, I'm now coming down with it. I think that when you're in a relationship, communicable illnesses only comes in pairs. What sucks is that it's taken him this full week to reach even a moderate recovery... and he claims to never get sick. I'd say that I'm the same way, though I let myself cave to more illnesses than probably necessary under the "if I don't push myself it'll go away faster" mentality... though a virtually endless supply of free sick days from work makes this a bit more tempting.
Timing sucks a bit though... I have a long-lost friend that's visiting the bay area the next couple of days, and I wouldn't mind seeing him for a lunch or something... but the lack of desire to step out into the world is growing with the flu, and at the same time, I'd hate to get him sick. (imagines that one person on the airplane caughing up a lung and dribbling snot that you scowl at for unavoidably passing their illness to you as you share air for 4 hours on a flight).
Vitamin C, Zinc, and Echinicea are going to be my best friends this week. ugh.