I have what I’m pretty sure is a cold, but there’s an decent chance that I have strep throat. The doctor says I’m a “carrier” for strep, which means that I always test positive for strep, whether I have symptoms or not. Also, it means that if anyone in the office get strep, I have a pretty good idea where it came from. Not, of course, that anyone in the office knows I’m a carrier.

After Jane and I worked in the same conference room on a project for a couple of days, she came down with strep. I felt guilty, but I never told her where she probably got it. She said afterward that she actually enjoyed being able to read a lot, watch TV, and have an excuse for staying in bed all day, so I maybe I shouldn’t feel bad.

My little gift to the world: a sick day that’s not so bad that you can’t enjoy staying home and watching TV. Once you’ve picked up the necessary set of antibiotics, of course.

Anyway, I know some people like to be left alone when they’re sick, but I wish I had someone to take care of me. As things are, there’s really not much difference between a weekend when I’m sick and one where I’m not.

Isolation Score: 9