"Carrier monkey." It's a term we use a lot on my fire crew. It means someone who has been exposed to illness, but is not yet showing symptoms; nevertheless they are wildly contagious. Carrier monkeys are the worst, because they don't know they're sick, and you can't really blame them for infecting you. They didn't know!
I recently encountered a carrier monkey and contracted the flu, only a couple of weeks after I had a stomach bug. To top if off, my knee hurt for no specific reason. "I'm falling apart!" I whined to a friend. Pity, party of one.
I've always been someone who tried to exercise through anything (probably prolonging illnesses in the past), but I had to reluctantly take some days off. I realized this when I got on my exercise bike and my lungs started burning immediately in protest. I huddled under blankets and tried to concentrate on a work-related online class about the Davis-Bacon Act. As it turns out, a fever makes it difficult to remember policies for a test. Friends offered to bring me medicine and food, but I knew what I had to do: quarantine myself.
Being sick makes you appreciate feeling well even more. To anyone I may have infected while in carrier monkey status, I sincerely apologize. You should feel better in about 6 days.