I feel like crap. I think my dad gave me his cold while I was in Vegas. I'm running a low grade fever, around 100, and I'm too restless to sleep but as soon as I get out of bed I feel like even worse and want to crawl back into it. While my head isn't stopped up, my lungs feel like I'm drowning most of the time, and my voice keeps getting weaker. I wish someone would induce a coma and wake me up after my immune system fights this off. Despite my better judgement, I'm even taking the zinc lozenges my mom sent home with me. I suspect that blood-letting would be as effective versus this cold, but I'm open to anything at this point...