You remember my post from earlier today, the one in which I was boldly defending my decision not to go to the doctor until today?

Well, scratch that.

I have bronchitis, and even though I don’t feel bed sick the doctor has told me to stay away from the newsroom for a couple of days — which he then rounded up to the rest of the week — saying it was more for my co-workers’ benefit than my own. (One of my co-workers has already been out with bronchitis.) He prescribed antibiotics — the well-known “Z-Pack” — and a cough syrup for which I had to show photo ID. (Heck, I didn’t even know that the Jefferson Airplane endorsed a cough syrup.)

Now I feel guilty for having exposed my co-workers up to this point.