Rob and I came down with colds the week after Christmas. Immediately after finishing the bedroom remodel, we became sick. So all of the things we planned to do during our vacation, that we put off until the room was finished, yeah, we didn't do any of them.
So we're recovered from our colds, for the most part, just battling some residual congestion and drainage (don't you love it when people share?). And then yesterday afternoon, Rob starts feeling achy and weak, and wakes up with a fever in the night. And this morning I woke up with a cough, accompanied by chest pain every time I cough.
Rob is sure he has the bird flu. From all that time he's been spending in Turkey lately I suppose. But me? SARS.