Jumping over the lazy dog

or, taking the bull by the horns.

Oink, oink here, and an oink, oink there…

I’m not sure if I mentioned this earlier, but a couple of kids at my school were infected with the flu.  Now, with some of them, doctors confirmed it was the swine flu, but those students were not in any of my classes.  However, one of my groups of 15 had half the class missing, and that’s probably because the rest of the class hadn’t started showing symptoms yet.

Well, it’s impossible to trace who infected me with whatever this thing is, as it’s not typical of the swine flu (no stomach problems, for example).  But I haven’t actually gotten any type of flu in several years, and the sudden chills and sweats that onset Friday afternoon (from nowhere, seriously – I went out that morning for an interview, and when I got back for lunch, my teeth were chattering) – well, all this threw me for a loop.

Luckily, I’ve got some good ol’ American meds here (Ny-/Day-quil to the rescue!) and Mimi provided me with some paracetamol, which has helped me get through the night.  Today seems to be much better, with my appetite returning (I wolfed down an entire banana this morning…), and if all is well, I shouldn’t have anything to worry about with this trip up to the UK scheduled for Thursday.

Of course, this flu-business threw my weekend shenanigans out the window.  I was supposed to attend a fête to celebrate an assistant’s birthday, and grab some drinks with The Accomplice, but I thought that pain meds and alcohol really oughtn’t be put together. Instead, I’ve been marathoning Season I and II of True Blood.  I personally think Supernatural is a much better show, True Blood has some character development, but the acting is so forced (perhaps because the dialogue is quite rigid…), though I think the title sequence (which won an Emmy, I think) is divine.  But True Blood is better than Twilight, in that at least the vampires don’t do silly things like glitter in the sunlight to service a ridiculous plot…

One thing I have discovered is that my ability to speak/understand French when sick disappears.  Last night, when Mimi asked if I had been drinking plenty of water, I mumbled something about water bottles and refilling them because I lost my own…which I’m not sure actually answered her question, but I can’t remember her response.  If I were watching French TV instead of this American nonsense, I’m pretty sure my brain would explode.

Right, well, it’s back to some tomato soup and blood-sucking beasts for me, and only now did I realize how much tomato soup looks like the ooze dripping from Bill’s fangs…

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