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I've officially had it. I'm done. I'd like to redeem all remaining Get Out of Sick-Jail Free Cards.

In my past life, I took pleasure in bragging about how I "never got sick" for all those years of racing professionally (please don't ask about how I never got injured either, that will be tomorrow's blog...). And for the most part, it's true. For six years, I was rarely struck down by Mr. Nasty Flu-Bug.

Well, I guess karma has reared its not-so-pretty head. I have since learned to NEVER BRAG ABOUT NOT GETTING SICK. Not only will you most definitely get sick soon (seemingly within hours of said-bragging), but it'll also happen frequently.

I was talking to a friend who suggested that when I was racing I actually got healthy amounts of sleep, ate food that was good for my body and mind, and took care of my body by resting when I was not training. When I'm sick, this is not the type of conversation I enjoy having (this being a conversation I can't win). In fact, I don't really enjoy having any conversations (see next paragraph).

Now, I'm not sure about you, but I am what is known as a "bad sick person". I generally make a lot of moaning noises and shuffle myself around the house, holding out my hand so someone (namely Tim) will fill it with glasses of water or hot tea, reading my mind and anticipating my every need. Conversations with me are not very stimulating during this time.

I am also someone who tends to avoid traditional medicine and doctor visits. This can be attributed to part laziness, part skepticism and part confusion as to how much of my visit will actually be covered by my health plan. Some may say this mindset tends to prolong my illness. I say that I'm just not thinking straight when I'm sick.

So this current cold/ flu/ general malaise has been a particularly nasty little visitor. That is until Tim announced that he had had enough of my night sweats, coughing and sniveling (or is that sniffling?) and he was going to bring out the big guns. Yes, there is an actual remedy. It is called Nyquil*. It comes in two flavors: yummy Cherry and disgusting Green. The hardest part is choosing the flavor (you can see how hard that is), because once down the hatch, it takes about 30 minutes and wha-lah... Everything becomes... better.

The most important thing is to learn your lesson and keep a spare bottle of Nyquil handy. You never know when you may need it.

Hey, did I ever tell you that when I was racing, I never got sick...?