I am so sick. I haven't been this sick in a long time. Is it swine flu? I don't know. I don't care. I just feel wretched. But not so wretched that I can't whine about in my blog!
OK, I don't believe there is a real connection between Piglet and swine flu; that's probably just one of the millions of misconceptions floating around about the virus. That said, I hope that my neighbours don't show up at my door with flaming torches to rid the building of my pestilence.
Actually, after a really wretched night, I now feel more calm. So long as I don't try to eat or drink or move (fingers flying over the keyboard don't count.) I think I have a fever but I can't be bothered to dig out the thermometer to find out.
If this flu was caused by one of those little piggies, I'm impressed by their ability to seek out my weak points. Amazingly, as the virus got its grip on me yesterday afternoon, it zeroed right in on every place in my body that causes me pain: it has completely settled into the tight spot on my lower back and has my ongoing neck and shoulder problems utterly in its evil grip.
I'm actually not that bothered by the nausea and all that goes with such matters, but the throbbing in my neck that burns all the way up my head -- now that bothers me.
Oh well. I'll live. But I'm beginning to think I'd like to see those little piggies turned into pancetta.