Both Robb and I have been sick for days with some kind of icky cough. It's weird because we both a had a slight cold, and then once we were feeling better we came down with this other cough thing.
I've been dragging myself into work, attending the mandatory meetings, and then coming home and passing out.
Robb is claiming that cough medicines don't work for him, but I think that's because I bought him some particularly vile-tasting medicine, and he's afraid I'll force him to swallow more of it. Actually, the stuff takes pride in its nastiness, and has a website full of photos of the unhappy faces people make when they take the medicine.