"Krank", my father's favorite German word for sick. Ich bin krank.
Sore throat morphing into a chest cold.
There are some things that should not be thought, much less said. I've regressed my way back to the inception of this cold; the week before Christmas.
"Wow", thinks I, "I didn't realize I had that much "paid time off" left. I must not have gotten sick much this year. I think I'll take off the week between Christmas and New Years."
What a dumb, dumb think to think.
Obviously, I had used up the vacation days. Only the sick days were left.