My favorite is the mumps--I'll have to post on why someday--but really, most diseases are quite charming. Take this horrible hacky cough I've had the past month: Hasn't been that big of a deal, not really (except when I'm collapsed on the floor and trying to throw up neither breakfast nor my esophagus), but now that xrays have confirmed that I am not well and the sense of hypochondria has passed, all is fun and dandy today. I'm sick! I may die yet!
And every day is a new opportunity to contract something horrible.
Tomorrow I'm aiming for Lyme Disease. Is that even possible at Tahoe? I'm not sure.
Wish me luck!