It's not really sick. It's just an upper respiratory thing I can't shake. (And really, I've probably been suffering from it all week; I was sleeping 2-3 hours longer than usual, unable to focus, etc.) But it just keeps ramping up and getting worse and worse.
Thursday, I was coughing -- more like allergies than anything else -- but not feeling crappy. Jess was like "You're sick! You should stay home!" and I was like "I'm not even sick!"
Friday, I was feeling crappy, but didn't actually start coughing until I was on my way out the door to work. I was still thinking this was somehow allergies or something. Spent all day coughing unproductively, doing a number on my throat. I messaged Jess around noon and said "You're right, I'm sick." Still stayed at work, which I feel bad about in hindsight because at least one of my coworkers will probably end up sick, which wasn't really my intent :/ When we got home last night, Jess was like "You're probably wishing for sweet merciful death. Go to bed."
This morning I woke up, and said "Last night, you said I was wishing for sweet merciful death. I wasn't then, but I am now."
Today's been a nap/take meds/grump type of day. It's not great.
Plus side: 3 day weekend, so at least I'll probably be better by the time work rolls back around.