Weak. Crush soon.
by John Walker on Apr.03, 2006, under Brian
I’m actually properly ill with flu.
I’ve noticed that no one’s allowed to have flu. If you suggest that you have it, you’re very quickly informed that you’re wrong, and have simply “a bad cold”.
Then a number of qualifiers are thrown at you. “Were you to have flu, and you saw £250,000,000 lying on the street, you wouldn’t ask a passerby to pick it up for you.” “Were you to have flu, you’d have shed at least three organs and be lying dead in a pool of your own blood.”
Well, I do have flu, with accompanying fever, delusions, all-over body aches, crazy freezing sweats, and now a wracking, daggers-cough.
Which is a long-winded way of saying: Ow. Ow, ow ow. I just want to sleep. Please, just let me sleep. And: No Brian.
April 3rd, 2006 on 12:45
Snap. And I have to take the dogs out. And my balance has gone off (ears?). And I died on Saturday, so I clearly can’t be that well.
Get better.