Sicko.

Tom is on day 3 of a nasty head cold.
I am on day 3 of comforting my poor hubby while dousing myself in hand sanitizer to avoid catching the bug.

It's amazing how much ickiness a human body can generate in its mission to off a simple head cold. Don't get me wrong, I have great fondness for my immune system and the fabulous things it can do. I'm just not thrilled with the byproducts.

Here's the MasterCard breakdown:

3 boxes of lotioned tissues: $5
1 ginormous box of knock you on your butt cold drugs from behind the counter: $7
Gallons of Ginger Ale: $5

Surviving the first seasonal bout of disease: Priceless.