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I hate colds.

The cold is a strange thing. Nothing knocks you on your butt quite like a cold can. Pound for pound it's probably the most effective illness at debilitating you, considering what it does.

And that's the rub, because what are we talking about? Some coughing, sinus problems. It's not like I just tore up my ankle. But this week I stayed home more days than the time I DID tear the hell out of my ankle. Oh well.

I am now on my seventh day of symptoms, although I have been able to work full days the last three.

I hate colds.


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