Damn you, pilot fish!

Ugh, I hate being sick. I don't know whether to be happy or not that it's progressed from nose to chest, but at least I don't have that crappy neck/lymph node ache from last Sunday. I choose to believe this means my body is thrashing its viral nemesis most thoroughly.

In the meantime, have some inappropriate metaphors courtesy of vintage health posters! It strikes like a man-eating shark, people. LIKE A MAN-EATING SHARK!

(I think I shall call this sickness Bruce.)