My friend came down with a bad cold over the weekend, and wanted me to get a little lunch with her because she was sick of eating leftovers in her house. I wanted to go, but I had the feeling that if I did, I'd DEFINITELY get her cold, because I pick up respiratory infections like nobody's business. I ended up not going that day, getting lightly chided for it, and my other friend went with her instead. I visit her the next day, hoping the worst of the cold is past.
Wednesday, I feel something iffy coming on. Wednesday night I've got a fever. Now I'm coughing all over the place and I still have an final exam to go. Naturally, the friend that actually went to get lunch with her that day is not sick.
Lol, I may look like a paranoid hypochondriac sometimes, but as you can see, sometimes I'm right in being that way. I can't wait till she calls me so I can bitch her out .
Granted, the cold was probably fermenting in my system the week before. But the other damn friend saw sickie-bag the week before too and...she's still not sick!