Welp, the kids must be back to school, because they brought home some kind of a virus that knocked me for a loop this week.

Monday's Rock and Fox show was pretty normal. Lots of fun. Lots of laughs. Gave away some money. It was Monday, but we powered through it. My voice was strong.

Monday afternoon, I was sitting at my daughter's volleyball game when a twinge on pain popped up when I swallowed. "Oh, man," I thought. "Here we go. I'm getting sick." I was right. I tossed and turned all night with a fever, body aches and the chills. I did the unthinkable and called in sick to the show. Things didn't get much better on Tuesday, so I called in sick on Wednesday, too. I finally started to bounce back but as usual, when I get sick, it was accompanied by my voice being destroyed. Not exactly the best thing for a guy in my line of work. I reduced my roll on the air Thursday morning, but yesterday my voice was totally gone.

I visited the doctors. He put me on steroids and gave me strict orders. ABSOLUTELY NO TALKING. ALL WEEKEND. He said the more stringent I was with this, the quicker my voice would heal.

Needless to say, my family is thrilled. They are looking forward to a weekend without Dad advice and without stupid Dad stories and questions.

It's only Saturday, and I have to say that not talking is much harder than you might think. I've got the Food For Tots "Friends of Jack" Gala to attend tonight. My actual job is to make sure I walk around and talk to people, so this should be interesting.

Tomorrow, I'll be standing on the sidelines of my son's Pop Warner Football game. Ever try to coach 31 twelve-year-olds WITH a voice? Laryngitis probably won't help things.

Exhibit A of why I am a hypochondriac.