Confession: I almost named this post “Mind over mucus.” Because really, that’s what it’s about. But at the last minute, I decided that title might be too gross, and I wasn’t sure I wanted it sitting at the top of my blog, so I chickened out and went with the cliched-but-still-appropriate-in-this-case “Mind over matter.”

So.

I’ve been sick for two solid weeks. And I’ve tried not to complain about it much. Well, except to my husband. And to anyone who made the unfortunate choice to ask me, “How are you feeling?” at any point in the last two weeks. (But honestly, if you’re going to ask, then I think you’re fair game for some minor complaining.)

But in the grand scheme of things — or at least, here on the blog and on Twitter and on Facebook — I’ve only made teeny tiny references to the miserable virus that has invaded my body.

And now, because you’re here and because I’m sure you want a play-by-play, I’ll tell you about it. Briefly.

It started with a sore throat and swollen glands, moved into losing my voice, and then transitioned into a multi-pronged Sinus and Throat Extravaganza that has been plaguing me for way too long.

The Illness hasn’t rendered me completely useless. Which is unfortunate, in some ways. I mean sometimes, when I’m sick, I’d like nothing more than to hide under my covers all day, reading or watching Harry Potter movies or playing Angry Birds until my eyes glaze over.

But with this particular Disease, I’ve felt “okay” enough to feel guilty when doing nothing. So I start doing things. Which turns out to be too much. And then I end up with a day like Saturday, which went something like this:

1. Breakfast
2. Nap
3. Watch family eat lunch
4. Nap
5. Brief Awakening
6. Nap
7. Eat a quesadilla with the family
8. Drive around to look at Christmas lights while fighting off a nap
9. Early bedtime

I think I slept more on Saturday than I do in most weeks.

So here I am, two weeks after the onset of the Germs, and I’ve decided that I’ve had enough.

I’m done being sick.

It’s not even enough to warrant a trip to the local clinic to try to score some antibiotics. Just a nagging sinus headache, a sporadically sore throat, and random coughing fits. In other words, it’s simply The Cold that Won’t Go Away.

Except that as of right now, I’m going to ignore it. I’m choosing to be No Longer Sick.

After all, there are presents to wrap, a house to clean, a dinner party to prepare for, cookies to bake, and more holiday preparations that are eluding my foggy brain at the moment.

Do you hear me, Infection? It’s over. You can nag and linger all you want. But I’m not going to pay any attention.

You are dead to me.

So feel free to move on. Leave. Exit the premises.

In other words: Go Away. Because I hereby refuse to be sick any longer.