I hate being sick. Duh! you say. No. Seriously. I really really hate being sick. Not ill. Not indisposed. Not “feeling not quite right”. But sick. Coughing. Fever. Wheezing. You-come-closer-than-3-feet-you-will-definitely-catch-the-cooties sick. So sick that today, my doctor told me to not touch MYSELF else I’d make myself more sick. (Ok, children, mind out of the…