Well, what else would you call it when you have had a cold-medicine induced sleep for the last three hours and your spouse and child have high-tailed it to the Y to play and leave you alone? I hate being sick. This came out of nowhere. Two afternoons ago I was outside picking stuff in the garden and I sneezed twice. That night I said to Andrew that my throat hurt. The next morning I was a phlegmy, drippy, watery-eyed, throat-clearing, gutteral-whispering mess.
Knock on wood no one else in the house has caught it yet.