I'm posting this blog as a way to get out of my own head and share some of the things I'm interested in. Warning: there will be discussion of wedding paraphernalia. I'm getting married in July. It's going to be right outside of Tofino, on Vancouver Island, now home to this. Romantic.
I may have had swine flu this weekend. I had all the symptoms, and a friend of mine suffered through it a few weeks ago. It started with a dry cough, and continued with three days of a very high fever. I drifted in and out of sleep for a couple of days, sweating through my clothes. I had a headache like I've never had before in my life, and the coughing rattled my swollen brain around in my skull. It wasn't even the Victorian hallucinogenic fevered sleeps. Just drooping in and out of consciousness.
Michael dodged the swine bullet: He was gone for the weekend, so I was left alone to sweat through the sheets. My best friend brought me groceries, left them on my doorstep, rang the bell then rode away. Totally don't blame them - get your flu shot, folks.
After a day or so I dragged myself to the TV and threw myself in front of that. We don't pay for cable, but a few stations are beamed in anyway, MTV being one of them. Peak Season, a reality show I worked on last year, was in perpetual rotation. Peak Season's a good show and all, I'd even say crackalicious, but it was kind of like a layer of hell. Thank god for the Comedy Network.
It started last Wednesday, and only now am I fully recovered. Not bad, for a flu that is actually killing people, which is awful and terrifying.
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