I have a cold, which always makes me feel slightly ridiculous. It's so mild a woe, barely worth mentioning. That's the best I can do, a cold? I'm not even running a fever. J is still smarting from his oral surgery, and he got sick too, but when I went up to bed last night I found him dramatically shivering under several blankets with the space heater running full blast, whereas I'm basically okay except for a bad sore throat. Big deal, suck a lozenge pal. He's also been suffering from agonizing gallstone attacks in the middle of the night, and will probably need his gallbladder removed. I wake up and hear him shrieking in pain, he goes to the hospital and gets pumped full of morphine. A night of intense gut anguish in the emergency room and then he comes back and I'm pleasantly drinking coffee, idly complaining about one little thing or another with my little clenched fists. He also suffers from acid reflux, and frequently feels bile rising in his throat. I have the same problem, but in my case it's just a figure of speech.