Pardon me while I cough up a lung

Being sick is a royal pain in the you-know-what, especially when your livelihood is affected by the state of your health. As a teacher of singing and a performer, I feel like I have my hands tied behind my back. Like an accountant without a pencil (back in the analog days, I'm guessing). Like a scuba diver without flippers and stuff. @#$%! All I can do is drink my water, get my sleep, eat my supplements, and hope it cycles quickly without loss of voice. I hate greatly dislike being held musically captive by germs I can't even see. I want to squish them into oblivion.

OK, Meema. 'Nuf whining. Go knit something pretty.