I've now had the flu for a week. A week. That's like nine months in flu years. It sucks long. The fever, the fatigue, the nose that wants to fall off after the six millionth time blowing it... it's festive! And you know what makes it even better?
When your nine year old gets it, too.
Poor Connor got his dose of it two days after mine started. His fever went higher than mine, bless his heart, but otherwise the symptoms have all been the same. Ray's the only one that dodged the bullet... no idea why. Maybe it's just God's idea of humor. Ha.
I'm finally (apparently) fever free. *knocks on wood* I may now be proven to be a liar if I get a lovely little relapse (the universe's way of dealing with people like me who dare to say they're fever free. Mother Nature's a mean bitch.), but hopefully I'm all done. Connor's fever wasn't nearly as high this morning as it's been the last three mornings, so hope springs eternal.
Can it please be summer now? PLEASE?
In other news, we're also on the tail end of a nice little ice storm. School's been closed for three days (which actually worked out to be a blessing, since Connor was so sick he'd have had to have missed school and this way? No absences! Now let's just hope he's fit to go tomorrow.) and Ray's work even shut down yesterday (probably due to that whole pesky 'the power went out when a tree fell on a power line' thing. Go figure.). Right now I'm sitting at the computer and listening to the charming sound of large hunks of ice falling off the roof and crashing right against the window ledge. Scared the living shit out of me earlier.
And while I'm on the (somewhat) topic, can anyone explain to me why truck drivers (whom I normally stick up for due to the fact that cars give them no time to stop, ride their asses, blah blah blah) barrel along at 70 miles an hour during an ice storm? Every car on the road is doing like 40, and here comes random 18 wheeler, running like the hounds of hell are behind him, seemingly intent on nothing so much as driving STRAIGHT. UP. MY. ASS. And if that should fail? At least passing me and nearly blowing me off the road. I don't get it. I've seen quite a few wrecks of overturned 18 wheelers, and it's never pretty. Don't they LEARN? Ice + road + high winds = SLOW THE FUCK DOWN. This isn't rocket science, people. RAINMAN could get this right.
Asshats.
Anyhoo. I'm now going to go curl up on the couch and watch Intervention. And try to find my writing muse while I'm at it. I've slacked off here on the blog to the point of catatonia, and when I sit down to write I'm generally about as able to access the funny as I am the winning lottery numbers. I guess it's just a dry spell. Or psychosis. One of those.
*sighs*
I, too, am recovering from the damned flu. Only I had the worshipping the Porcelain-God type of flu...FOR TEN FRIGGIN' DAYS! Then I spent another week recovering from extreme exhaustion and fatigue.
Still had to work--bah! Nothing's more pleasant than trying to contain a sudden desire to throw oneself over the Porcelain-God in front of students...
Now D's coming down with the sniffles...*sighs*
Posted by: Nyt | February 14, 2008 at 03:47 AM