Because every day is a Monday

It is actually Monday. For the past few days I have been sick - no big deal, but it has made things just that more unpleasant. The good news is that our doc is really the best (lots of good meds). It started a few days ago - I was finishing work at three in the morning (after an epic day fighting the paperwork monster) when I suddenly got a sore throat and a headache you wouldn't believe (plus nausea). I gutted it out, but the next day it got worse, so I went to see doc, and he gave me some Tylenol and some throat lozenges. Later my throat became very painful, so he gave me a shot. Then the next day I developed a cough, so he gave me some antihistamines, and told me to come back on Monday if it didn't clear up. Well, all day at work on Sunday I was coughing and sneezing up a storm. Finally, my boss ordered me to report to doc Monday morning, and if I hadn't made a miraculous comeback, I was to stand-down and take quarters (which is a big deal, as our boss really doesn't casually order people to take time off). Our shop is small, but we do a lot of time-critical important stuff, and it is a seven-day-a-week operation. Losing one person, especially if it is a heavy op-tempo day, can be devastating. I really feel guilty, and I hope that when I see doc later this morning that he can hook me up so that I can get back to the shop. Right now I am feeling crappy, and I can't sleep because of the coughing. I know it could be worse, and I know that there are people everywhere who have it worse than me, but right now I just feel tired and worn out, and I wish I was healthier again. My buddy has been a real Troop my entire tour here - he has never complained, and has always been supportive. I don't want to leave him and our other people hanging. Come on antibodies, mount-up, and let's do this - Guns Up!