For the first few days you think it's just allergies, and take the completely wrong medicine.
As soon as you realize you're sick, EVERY person you know asks you to do something fun over the weekend.
You just want to curl up in a big blanket, but it's like 100 degrees.
People keep eating your holistic remedy. Which is popsicles.
Trying to shower the sick away just reminds you of how much fun everyone's having at the pool. Without you.
You have no one to commiserate with.
You can't tell if you're sweating from fever or from being too poor for air conditioning.
Eating hot soup just feels wrong.
You're forced to acknowledge just how bad afternoon TV is.
No one comes to visit because they're all doing fun stuff. And if they do come, they're all disgustingly tan
You inevitably start feeling better on Sunday, only to realize the weekend is gone and it's time to go back to work!
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