The Flu

The above picture is a stuffed animal representation of THE FLU. It is a lark, an amusing gag gift, an object whose sole purpose is to be a silly joke.

Well after having the chills all last night, I can tell you from where I'm sitting (in my office where I have the thermostat turned up to 80 degrees with a jacket and scarf on) that THE FLU is no laughing matter. It is a sad and sorrowful thing.

Doesn't it seem like being sick should be more fun than it actually is? You get to call in sick from work, stay in your pajamas all snuggled up under warm blankets on your couch. You get to spend all day watching movies and TV; sipping hot herbal tea and chicken noodle soup, inbetween cruching away on throat lonzenges.

Doesn't sound too bad does it?

Of course that romanticized version of the flu almost never comes to pass. You always get it when something really important is going on at work, or you're in the middle of a vacation, or you have a million things to do. Boo. Today, I am a hater, not a lover.