Will laying in bed, coughing give you rock-hard abs?

Because if so, I'm THERE! I'm on bed rest, day five. Well, John says it's day four and I say it's day five. Po-tay-to, po-tah-to, whatever. We'll call it day four and a half. In nearly five years of teaching, I've never been too sick to teach and yet Tuesday, I had to cancel class. There was absolutely no way I could have taught. No, not even if Steve Austin himself had propped me up at the podium. Today though, with herculean effort (and more than a little wailing), I made it up to campus to teach. Then crashed as soon as I got home. What is it about having the flu? It sucks every ounce of energy out of your body and leaves you whimpering and snot-nosed, looking more like death warmed over than not. Tomorrow morning I've got a Super Important Interview and I really have to be at the top of my game. When they ask me how my "academic interests" relate to the "changing world of women," I don't suppose they'd appreciate it if I looked back at them blankly, with drool coming out of the corner of my mouth.