Spousal unit got sick Monday night. I woke up to him chilling so hard he was shaking the bed, and by that point I decided as the old saying goes, in for a penny, in for a pound, and there was no sense in going to sleep in the other room as a) the bed was full of clothes being sorted, and b) I'd probably gotten it anyway, as we had both been to The Chicks' concert on the previous Wednesday (a likely source, even though it was outside) and done a gem show all weekend, so I continued to sleep in the same bed, and sure enough, I got sick Wednesday evening. I didn't chill as hard, but had all the other fun of coughing, not sleeping, dizziness, etc. I stayed pretty much flat on my back in bed for 2 days and got up for the first time today, even though I didn't feel very much like it. I'm super-dizzy, don't want to eat, and still coughing a fair amount although it no longer sounds like I'm trying to bring up a lung. I also don't want to eat and am glad I made a big pot of congee the other night before I got sick. It might taste good later.