The enemy began the war slowly, first attacking my vocal chords on Monday. By Tuesday afternoon, we were fully engaged. But post-nasal drip won the battle Wednesday morning, and I was forced to retreat to the safe zone of paid sick time.
Last night, the enemy pulled a sneak attack on my right inner ear, making it feel like someone was repeatedly stabbing my ear with an ice pick. Dirty tricks, I'm telling you.
However, I did pull together my trusty allies -- a decongestant, Midol, and the Quils -- Ny and Day. They are currently putting up a brave front in my place, as I have retreated to the safe zone yet again today. The enemy is slowly loosing ground.
I may win this war yet.