It's the plague. There can be no other explanation.
This is day 9 of being sick. At least now I don't sound like Little Nell on her deathbed quite so much and I can actually walk for a block or two without looking around me pale and wan for somewhere to sit down, but I'm about ready for this to be done after five days in bed, a passel of antibiotics and some magic prescription cough syrup. I have discovered the ability of sleeping 16 hours in a day, though, so that's something. It's like being a cat, except for the bit where they clearly enough sleeping all the time and no one expects them to work or teach. Oh, and I also discovered that those little sick bags you get on planes actually work, so, um huzzah for that?
Tonight the History Channel promises me Vikings, though. I bet they never had never-ending flu. They probably chopped its head off and drank mead from its skull if it showed up around them.
ETA: Oh, yes, the other bloody thing this flu did was MAKE IT SO I CANNOT DRINK COFFEE. My taste buds have gone bonkers and now when I drink coffee all I can taste is some weird metallic thing AND WHAT HELL IS THIS?
Tonight the History Channel promises me Vikings, though. I bet they never had never-ending flu. They probably chopped its head off and drank mead from its skull if it showed up around them.
ETA: Oh, yes, the other bloody thing this flu did was MAKE IT SO I CANNOT DRINK COFFEE. My taste buds have gone bonkers and now when I drink coffee all I can taste is some weird metallic thing AND WHAT HELL IS THIS?