Get it? Flu? Shoe? Waiting for the other shoe to drop?
In addition to the ultimately productive discomfort of starting a new job about a week ago, I’ve been battling a bit of a cold. Around me, people are dropping like flies — M. to the left of me was officially diagnosed with H1N1 the day after getting a flu shot, A. to the right of me had to leave work in the middle of the day because she was feeling queasy and ended up in the emergency room that evening with a 106 degree temperature. (She soaked in an ice bath for a good amount of time, but has no memory of any of it.) And me? All I got was this stupid cold.
It seems that all anyone is talking about these days is H1N1. Balloon boy offered a brief respite from swine-flu-mania, but we seem to have picked up right where we left off. AHH! Run for the hills! H1N1 suuuuuuucks!
And this is stupid of me to say, I know, but at this point, I’m tired of living in fear. It’s like, All right, already – bring it! At least then I could stop worrying about when or if it will get me…
Hear that sound? That’s me knocking on a giant block of wood.
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