I’m dying. I’m definitely dying.
My children came down last week with a horrible bug: listless, pale, head ache, cough. My daughter sounded like a constipated seal, Poor thing.
We don’t know for sure whether it was swine flu. A virus with a bit of cachet. The doctors don’t take swabs now so we are left guessing.
But I suspect I’ve got it and I’m dying.
Snorting, sniffling, aching, kvetching to be more precise.
I feel like I’ve been run over by Tiger Woods.
My husband is washing his hands like mad in a futile attempt not to succumb.
I feel we should have a red cross splashed across our door. Stay away!
So nothing fascinating to report, except for…have I mentioned how awful I feel?
I’m going back to bed….
photo by Shanubi (flickr)