SICK!

I'm sick.  I'm pretty damn sick.  I'm SICK!!  SICK!!  I'm one of those fortunate people who doesn't get every cold that drifts by and I generally slough off those that I do pick up.  This cold, however, is a mother - I'm pretty sure that there are several billion demons with red-hot, poison-tipped pokers tormenting the lining of my lungs.  I would have guessed by now that they'd grow tired of this torture but apparently not.

I get sullen and unresponsive when I'm ill - SuperK complains loudly, leading one to believe she's dying.  

"For chrissake it's just a cold," I mutter.

"For godsake quit coughing," she seethes.

I'll leave it up to you to decide which is more irritating.