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I actually don't feel that sick when I'm up and walking around...but then I start feeling hot and sweaty. Perhaps being out of bed is not the way to go. But, I hate stupid colds. I hate this cough. If I'm denial about being sick, am I really still sick? It seems wasteful to stay in bed. How boring. I have no appetite, I'm hot, and my cough could wake an entire neighborhood. Oh, and I still can't speak. That's nice. Every client who's called today says, "You sound terrible." Um, thank you? I'm going to lay low tonight. Maybe I just need to get to bed before 1 in the morning? That might be a plan.
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