Over the weekend I flew on an airplane and saw somebody wearing a surgical mask. We all know that planes are hotbeds of infection, and this person was probably trying to avoid joining in the fun. Maybe they had a compromised immune system or some other thing, who knows? The joke's on me, because a couple days later I come down with a nasty cold that has been trying to rape my sinuses like they were the fresh meat at the local prison. Based on my reading of the Rant & Rave thread, and the number of people who have been calling in sick to work this week, I'm not the only one that has this exact thing, and there's something going around. This is certainly not the sickest I've ever felt; the sickest I've ever felt was 2+ weeks into mononucleosis. I finally broke down and went to see the doc, who told me that "you're too old to have mono, so we won't even test you for it. You must have gotten a really nasty cold. Twice." My throat was so swollen that swallowing felt like getting jabbed in the soft tissue back there, making any sort of sleeping impossible. I went through more lozenges than is healthy in a natural lifespan, and they still didn't help. Days later I was in a pretty bad way and went to see another doc, who gave me a mono-spot test (positive!), IV fluids, and a script for viscous lidocaine - the best thing ever - that allowed me to survive until I could fight the damn thing off myself, which took another three weeks. FOCUS: Post your stories of illness. Could be as simple as a nasty cold, the time that slut gave you the clap, or something more serious.