Good heavens, it’s June 3rd.
Well let’s see since Friday I’ve been unofficially battling the dreaded “swine flu” – on Tamiflu, inhalers, etc. Now I’m going in for a chest x-ray and on antibiotics and they think oops – maybe they misdiagnosed me and I have pneumonia. I swear…most days I’m the bug. (You know, some days you’re the windshield, some days you’re the bug).
I mucked up and told my sister-in-law over the phone that Andrew wouldn’t be going to a friend’s party this weekend (because of germs – which I understand even though Andrew and Jim have no symptoms) and he cried.
My husband is being deloused as we speak – he was allowed back into work today – even though he worked from 7 a.m. to midnight each and every day including the weekends – I know I know – he’s lucky he has a job – but for fug’s (trying to be a kinder, gentler person) sake – the slaves had more freedom.
Off to have an x-ray. Party on friends.
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