I wake up feeling lousy: extreme sore throat, dizziness, body aches. There's no way I can go to work. JoAnna calls in for me since all I want to do is stay in bed and sleep. When I'm not sleeping or spacing out, I watch TV -- giving the remote-control a workout -- and read. I start to feel a little better in the evening, my family providing a temporary tonic. The Nyquil knocks me out at first, but after 11, it seems as though I do nothing but wait for sleep to happen.
