Laid low

Houston, we have a problem!
My body has been invaded by a nasty little virus, it's left me with a sore throat, no voice and an irritating cough. Worst of all, I've had to take time off training, because I've just not felt fit enough to push through.
You can only begin to imagine what I've been like to live with this weekend.
For those who don't train, your kind words are well meant:  "The rest will probably do you good,"  "You've been training too hard,"  "There's still plenty of time until the race." Aaaargh, but you don't understand! I've been knocking my pan out for 25-weeks. That's 6-months. Six-months of hard graft, without missing more than the odd swim session. Now, when I hit the big bucks, the weekends that really matter, I'm laid low with a bug! God, I could stamp, swear, cry with sheer frustration. But, it will make not a jot of difference, because there's nothing I can do about it. Instead, I have to simply accept.
I know it's not the end of the world, but anyone who has ever been in this situation will understand that missing two stonking running and biking sessions in the run-up to a race that demands mega endurance, with no opportunity to play catch up, is not something I'm taking in my stride. Plus, I've managed to pull a muscle in my back from coughing too.
The good thing is, we share everything in this house, so IronPhil has the bug too. It's worse for him because he's got a race this coming weekend. A Day in the Lakes. That's a half iron-distance in the Lake District, with tough terrain, so not for the faint-hearted, let alone slightly sick. But he's far more chilled about it. Good job too, as I'm stressing enough for everyone!
Ultra-Kazy, my kind running buddy, who was suffering with a sprained ankle and a 43-mile running weekend stretching ahead of her, limped round with a bag of Maltesers and a tube of Berocca to cheer me up. I've been mainlining the multi-vitamin fizz all weekend, along with Manuka honey. In fact, if somebody told me fresh manure would have me back on my schedule tomorrow, I'd eat that too!
Sadly, lacking an insta-cure - I've googled it, there isn't one - I'm relying on hope, patience and the sun rising again tomorrow to signal a better day.