I am a sporadic writer. Occasionally, I go on a bender, and write four or five blog entries, which I post date for future publication. Thankfully, I have a few of those stockpiled at the moment, because Sean and I have both been hit – and hard – by the dreaded H1N1 virus. For those who’ve wondered “Is it like having the regular flu?”, the short answer would be “Yes, only in hell, and daily someone parks a big ass truck on your chest for fun”.
Sean, who regularly refers to me as ‘bubble girl’ because I seem to get every single cough or sniffle that goes around, has actually been hit harder than I have. He is taking this quite stoically (by which, of course, I mean ‘he’s whining like a baby and generally driving me insane, and this morning I threw a popsicle at his head’).
Hopefully we’ll be back on our feet soon, but in the meantime I’m not doing any email, or anything else that involves being out of bed for more than two hours. On the plus side, I’ve finished most of “Wolf Hall“, by Hilary Mantel, and man oh man – this is one good book. Either I’m feeling sympathetic for Thomas Cromwell, or my fever is back again.
Wish us well, and trust me – get the freakin’ shot. Anything has to be better than this.