I hate being sick. Do you ever feel that brief moment of panic when a co-worker (or friend or family member) coughs, sniffles, and then blows their nose...loudly? It's generally followed by the groan and "ohhhh ib thick...". (Translation: "ohhhhh I'm sick" in stuffy nose-speak) It's at this moment that my adrenaline takes over. I jump back a few feet, throw my hands up, and say, "I don't wanna get it! Stay away from me!" I then proceed to saturate everything they may have ever touched with Lysol, run to wash my hands repeatedly with antibacterial soap, and start popping vitamin C. Not very comforting, I must admit...but did I mention that I HATE being sick? I'm sure I'm not the ONLY germ-a-phobe here either! I KNOW some of you are with me. When I'm sick, you return the favor...so we are even. And sadly, it doesn't always work. We still end up catching it, but at least we know we have done