So, my head is a big ball of snot, my throat is drier throat is drier than an AA convention, and the next sudden movement I make will be my first.
I need, I demand people get in here feel sorry for me, whine with me, and do something to make me laugh. Nudity is not required, but it may help.
[whine] I’m a bit congested and my throat is a little sore. I didn’t sleep at all last night, unless you count that 2 hour nap as “sleeping”. I have a job interview in about 2 hours. [/whine]
::feels sorry for Mulli::
I can’t make you laugh. Sorry. I’m just not good at that sort of thing.
::gets all naked and stuff::
There? Any better?
::shakes her naked groove thang::
WHAT??? I’m sorry, I can’t hear you, I am completely deaf with an ear infection. I’ve been trying to contact whoever is jackhammering inside my left ear but so far they haven’t returned my calls. Say, would anyone care for some Vicodin? Perhaps with an Augmentin chaser?
poor, poor baby… hope I’m not standing too close… I don’t want to invade your personal space - I just want to get a coupla good germs so I have an excuse to stay home in bed for a few days… I feel your pain - at least, I WANT to…
[sub]My boss is home with the same thing, so I can surf. Shhhhh![/sub]
::picks up all sorts of cold medications, vaporizer, Vicks VapoRub and assorted sundries from the local pharmacy::
::picks up breathable mask and rubber gloves for self (hey, I ain’t gonna get sick! Ya think I’m stoopid er sumthin’!?!)::
::changes into Florence Nightingale uniform::
<thinks>
::picks up an extra pair of white fishnet stockings and matching undergarments (just in case anyone is feeling better quickly)::
::picks up blankets & pillows::
::makes tea, chicken soup and jello for all assembled::
::arranges pillows, blankets (and blankeys), and tissue boxes in strategic positions::
::tunes several tvs to sports channels and soap operas (everyone has his/her own tv and remote, so no fighting)::
Anyone want a theraputic massage or just a hug and sympathy?
Okay, the gloves and mask are off.
Now that you mention it, I am feeling a bit of a fever coming on.
cough sniffle
yeah, I had better lie down…
Well, I’ve always wanted to get naked with you Mully, but you’re sick and I don’t wanna catch anything. So, I’m gonna hafta pass this time.
And please don’t sneeze on the dog. Washing the snot out of his fur would be a bitch.
Thanks Unclebeer. At least I know I can always count on you for some moderator related perks.
Nudity is a proven remedy for most illnesses.
You have my sympathy, Mullinator, even though I can’t be nude right now. Boss tends to frown on it 
THIS is the ugliest flu ever. I’m over the hump, altho the Panther caught it, AFTER DIRECT INSTRUCTIONS not to. (Some people!) There are only 2 hard and fast rules in this universe: 1. The leader must not fall. 2. The mama must not get sick.
Will you get naked with me, UncleBeer? I don’t think I’m contagious.
{Looks around Mullinator’s house, hands on hips}
Y’know, as long as you’re just lying around here doing nothing, the place could really use a good vacuuming. And when was the last time anybody washed those windows?
Mulli, I’m right there with you…except I’m over here. I’ve got Class A Strep at the moment and a touch of bronchitis just for kicks. The antibiotics should render the illness non-contagious in a day or so; ergo, any nudity is welcome at that time (or sooner for the brave souls).
[stepping forward to protect Mullinator’s wife]
Hey! Doesn’t that lady have ENOUGH to do?
Hijack: we get our flu shots at work tomorrow. I’m undecided, as I’d really like to drop a few pounds, so the flu sounds like a good idea 'round about now . . .
Hmmmm…I’ve already had what you have for about a month, so no danger of contagion!
::prepares the comfy chair and fluffs the “dirty pillows”::
Just rest your head here, my dear, and you’ll feel better soon.
It doesn’t work, Eve. I spent the last five weeks hacking up my own body weight in phlegm every day (I know, TMI) and no change in the weight. This flu apparently violates the laws of physics regarding conservation of mass. You might as well get the shot.
“give me the ocular proof:
Or by the worth
of man’s eternal soul,
Thou hadst been better
have been born a dog
Than answer my waked wrath!”
–Othello, Act 3, Scene iii
I’m sick.
[sub]at heart.[/sub]
Really.
I took my clothes off.* Looked at myself. Got even more depressed. 
*[sub]Well, not really, I AM in the office now. But when I go home and do it later, I’ll get the same response anticipated above.[/sub]
I just got over the same nasty mess, Mully. You got my sympathies. And I didn’t even get to take a sick day…couldn’t be spared, so I came in and shared me germs around. 'Course I picked up the germs here anyway, so fair is fair.