You know you're sick when you step out the front door into glaring sunlight and your head screams for you to run for cover in the comfortable darkness of the house.
You know you're sick when each step you take with your socked feet down the driveway is like hammers pounding your head.
You know you're sick when you can hear Dayquil crying out to you. Or Robitussin. Or Sudafed.
You know you're sick when you look at the clock and cringe because the kids will be home soon and the only thing you've accomplished is a nice nap on the couch.
I can't wait to feel better.