I feel like crap

I am sick. I never get sick. To be more specific, Greg and I have been married 2 1/2 years and this is the first time I've EVER been sick. Greg has been sick so many times I could never count. And now I feel bad because he, of course, has caught what I caught. And I'm so mad because I know one of my clients gave it to me!!!! It's SO ANNOYING!!! They sit in your chair and you ask how they're doing and they say, "Oh I'm sick" or "I have a cough/cold" and I want to step away and shout, "THEN WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE!!!!! I CERTAINLY DON'T WANT TO GET SICK! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!! I'M NOT GOING TO CUT YOUR HAIR!" But of course I just say, "Oh no, I'm sorry, that's too bad" and continue to cut their stupid hair. And now I'm sick. I was up all night being sick. I can easily imagine a GIGANTIC muscley man (from the circus of course) and he is on one side of me, arms outstretched. And then there is, of course, one identical on the other side. They both have their palms on each side of my nose and are pushing with their HUGE MUSCLES as hard as they absolutely can. This is what it feels like. At least last night it did. I have NEVER felt such pain in my nose in my life. I don't understand the nose. I might google it today. You lie on one side and suddenly you can't breathe out of one nostril. (I know you all know what I'm talking about) And then you switch and the clog slowly flows to the other side. So I knew last night it wouldn't work because I've tried this since I was a little girl. I try to catch it in the middle somehow. Why does it drain from side to side but when you're on you back it does NOTHING!!!! I don't understand! And when I'd get up to blow my nose it'd feel a little better. But I certainly can't sleep standing up!!!! It got so bad that at 5 in the morning I started to go crazy. I got up very loudly every other minute to blow my stupid nose and I'd lay in bed, huffing and puffing loudly. I wanted to SCREAM out loud but I couldn't because of Greg. But I couldn't be silent anymore. So eventually Greg got up and left. I thought he was in the bathroom and was very concerned he was gone so long. I kept calling out to him. Well, while I drove the sick boy to school today I found out he never went to the bathroom at all. He left the room to go sleep somewhere else!!!! OH! I feel so bad! I thought about leaving the room myself, but I didn't think it'd help me. I didn't realize I was bothering him so much. Oh well. Too late now. Well, I'm picking up some Nyquil today and therefore I'm going to sleep like a baby tonight. I slept terribly the night before also. Well, I just needed to rant a little bit. When people tell me they're sick I never knew this is what they meant!