Being sick

I have a minor cold. Epictetus writes:

Show me one who is sick, and happy; in danger, and happy; dying, and happy; exiled, and happy; disgraced, and happy. Show him to me; for, by Heaven! I long to see a Stoic.

I consider myself to be a pretty happy person. But I can't say I recall being happy when being sick. Right now I'm not too sick, so I can be happy. But if this turns into a full-fledged cold, then I'll be miserable. That's just the way it is with sickness. Happy, and sick? I can try, and I will try. But I'm not optimistic.