Actually, it wouldn't have been so bad if I just could have left out the getting sick part. I'd do all the other stuff again if I didn't have to do it while sick. That's kind of made this week not so fun. I've woke up almost every night since Tuesday so I could hack up one of my lungs. After coughing, gagging and gasping for several minutes, I've been wide awake and left to think about cooking the dinner. I haven't felt any stress about doing it until this week and I only have because I've been sick. If I could have slept, I wouldn't have spent endless hours thinking about it. I know I can handle it, but when my sinuses are pounding I think to myself that I can't. But I can and I will. Now, I'm off to cook.