Being Sick Sucks!

These past couple weeks have sucked. First Marc got sick. Marc is so fun when he's sick. First he denies being sick, so he's grumpy. Then he finally succumbs to being sick and then he just curls up into a ball until it's all over. And all over doesn't mean that he's better, just well enough that he can resume his normal activities with some lingering effects of his illness.
Once Marc got sick I tried to stay as far away from him as possible. Usually it's me getting him sick, not the other way around. We tried everything. I wouldn't touch things he had touched, like the remote or the computer. When we were in the car and he sneezed he rolled down the window. He even slept on the couch trying to keep me from catching it. It went pretty well until last Wednesday.
I hadn't felt quite right for a couple of days, but it's allergy season, so nothing out of the norm. Then Wednesday I woke up and had a empty hollow feeling in my chest. I went to work and went down hill all day. Damn, I was sick. I came home and went straight to bed. Marc came home and gave me medicine, hoping that if I caught it soon enough I wouldn't go through what he had.
Well, now it's Tuesday, almost a week later and I'm still sick. It sucks. It seems to be a flu because nothing seems to make it go away any faster. It's just running it's course.
So now I've been off my bike for over a week. I missed the first race and had to be replaced. I haven't been able to go climbing. I haven't been able to go to work (which I really don't mind). When I talk to people they stand at a safe distance with a concerned look on their face and half holding their breath afraid they'll catch it. I can't wait until this is over.