house of pancakes

OK, I’ve almost survived August. Just a few more days. I can make it. Maybe. I have had the flu, the flu that KILLS people. I have had the entire week off work and lost two weekends. The flu? Sucks. Really. It totally sapped my will to live, eat, drink, walk, read, or look at a screen (computer or TV). This pretty much sums up all of the things I do. All I could do was lie in bed and sleep. And not even that, because for some bizarre reason my ears were killing me and I couldn’t sleep on either side without severe pain. THE FLU! BEWARE THE FLU! I did drag myself to the doctor and he gave me NOTHING, apart from the advice I was suffering from, unbelievably, “one or more flus”. Quite the overachiever, I am. I almost got some of the flu drugs the government is stockpiling for the bird flu, but no such luck. THEY LOVE THE CHICKENS MORE THAN ME.

So, what’s been going on? Actually, I managed to start looking at the computer without feeling sick by about Thursday. So I know what’s being going on: other people have NOT BEEN SICK. It’s an outrage. They have eaten things other than yoghurt and Granny Smith apples, which is all I wanted. They have not had weird sick dreams in which there was lots of paper spread out under their heads, causing much thrashing around in bed to get all the paper (I DON’T KNOW, PITY ME).

Mr. T is not a good carer, nor patient incidentally. But he has been spared the sickness, somehow. When I first got sick, I spent the whole of Sunday in bed, thrashing around like a speared narwhale (as I said, trying to get all the paper, MY DREAMS ARE WEIRD). Nevertheless, Mr. T got into bed that night, a very gallant gesture, causing me to remark, “You’re brave. You can sleep in the spare room if you want.” “Okay!” he said, leaping backwards out of bed and fleeing the sickroom at a fast run. Charming. He may have patted my foot briefly yet soothingly during his exit.

Anyway, I went into work today and walked around touching things, which people did not appreciate. (They liked it better than the licking, though.) Then I sat there and looked sad, then I went home. Actually, I was a bit light-headed, so I drove home. Yay me!