Do you remember at high school you were at one stage requested to draw little ‘moon units’ in Biology class? You were then educated about viruses because those little moon units were actually enlarged diagrams of microscopic viruses.
Well, maybe you don’t because a) you didn’t have Biology all the way to the end, b) your brain absorbs useful information and not every little bit of trivia like mine does and/or c) you just zoned out during the lesson.
If you did zone out, you missed out. Those tiny little moon units really impressed me. They are so small, so efficient (yes, at spreading diseases, I know) and very cute!
I’m no longer impressed though because the little bastards are just too damn efficient!
Last weekend the invited guests left and an uninvited guest remained, a lovely little ‘flu virus. I wish I could vindicate the nasty blog entry and say the invited guests left the uninvited one but sadly, this one moved in compliments of my flying significant other.
Flyboy has recovered fairly quickly. In fact, he is just fine and perky (and only vaguely sympathetic as most men are). Me? Walking viral incubus! That such tiny little organisms can be so good at what they do is mind blowing and annoying.
I suspect that because I am isolated and thus not exposed to everything kids pick up at nursery school/adults pick up at work, bugs, germs and noenoes hit me harder than most. Oh, yes, move to a farm! Become a two-legged agar-agar filled petri dish!
At some stage this last week I was improving, I’m sure of it. And then a fine and perky flying significant other with a penchant for nightly polar winds left the bathroom window open. Go straight to Square One, do not pass Go and collect a box of tissues!
Being sick is so much fun! Incredible aches and pains, cold shivers, sweats, having your spoken words echo through your brain, continually leaking brain fluid, having raw nostrils and wanting to hibernate more than usual can turn a normally companionable human being into Vlad the Impaler!
What I want to know is why do mum’s get to use the excuse “My kids are sick” to get out of work? Why do only children get loving care and attention but adults are left to wallow in their own diseased juices? Why can’t Flyboy take compassionate leave and doctor me? I need compassion!
Oh well, no sense in griping about it I guess. At least the drugs are trippy – especially that nasal stuff…
Ooops! Nasal stuff has worn off!
I WANT MY MOOOOOOMMYYYYYYYYY!!!!!
PS: If you see anyone wandering aimlessly around the Eastern Cape with a tampon in each nostril, it’s probably me!
Interesting. When I’m ill I just want everyone to leave me the fuck alone so I can die in peace.
oh no katt… you poor thing! are you feeling better yet?
Kyk: I think that makes you somewhat unique!
Angel: It was horrible but ‘onkruid vergaan nie.’