Just when you think it's safe to come out of the water...

I've now been sick for more than 2 weeks. It's official. This blows.

I thought that I was done being sick last week. My fever was gone and I had some pep in my step. But then, I started to cough. How weird, I thought. I feel great. I have no congestion. Why am I coughing? I went on with my life, convinced that the cough would leave as suddenly and mysteriously as it had arrived.

Except the cough didn't want to leave. It's made itself comfortable. So comfortable, in fact, that Mitch is now forcing me to go see the doctor. Something about "if you cough hard enough that you throw up, you need to go to the doctor." Psh, what kind of rules are these? Ridiculous.

Either way, I'm giving in to the nagging peer pressure and visiting the doctor tomorrow. As for right now, I think another super size dose of Robitussin is calling my name.