Swine

I should have kept my bloody mouth shut. Since posting my last blog full of health and good cheer and optimism, I’ve been laid low by some awful bug thing. According to the NHS hotline, I may well have swine flu. How I’m supposed to tell the difference between a bad cold, normal seasonal flu and swine flu is beyond me, but then I haven’t done seven years at medical school like the people working in the Call Centre….. I can’t be arsed to go and collect some Tamiflu, so I’m staying in bed, eating lots of satsumas and now about to phone work and say ‘Sorry, I won’t be coming in again.’ Truth be told, I don’t feel all that bad, but I don’t want to risk passing the infection on to my co-workers and customers, do I? How could I forgive myself?
Hannah has taken a few days off work to ‘look after me.’ Opportunist bitch. It turns out ‘look after me’ means meeting Nathan for lunch every day and doing her Christmas shopping in the precinct. Bless her. We’re going to sit down later and plan our Yuletide schedules. She’s torn between wanting to see her fella as much as possible, and wanting to avoid the heavy religious overtones that Christmas with him and his folks would involve. Pray, or play, that seems to be her choice. Sometimes I’m so witty it astounds me…

I think a bacon sarnie might make me feel better, then I’m gonna go online and sort out my travel to Edinburgh.

RC 10-12-09