It was inevitable, really. If anyone was going to get swine flu, it was going to be me. Because seriously, if my body's going to fall prey to regular food poisoning, salmonella and typhoid, WHY WOULDN'T IT contract swine flu? I might as well have tied a ribbon in my hair and held up a "Welcome Home" banner because if this body is anything, it's a sucker for disease.
I've been feeling slightly under the weather since last Sunday, but soldiered through in order to make it to my cousin's wedding. The wedding went off without a hitch, I went to work the next day (Wednesday), got told I looked like death, and took Thursday off. New Year's Eve came and went with a blur - at 12:05, I was nursing a 101 degree Fahrenheit (38.6 degree Celcius for those of you who insist on calling soccer 'football') fever and receiving cold compresses. The next day, I missed my other cousin's birthday dinner (Thai food - my favorite) and quality time with my family friends from Kuwait. O, and there was that four hour gap in the middle of the night where I threw up five times, but who's counting?
Yesterday, when my fever refused to quit, I took my wobbly legs to the doctor. Before his cold as ice stethoscope touched my aching chest, he diagnosed me with the swine. So, now I'm on bed rest for five days. There are worse ways I could be spending time away from work, but with all my shows on hiatus, my laptop time is in serious distress. My YouTube is working fine though, so please send me entertaining links!