I have a flu.

I don’t know what sort, but it’s one of them. Everything aches and my wrists and elbows are particularly painful. My temperature has gone up a degree or so, but it’s not yet at the “fever” level and my neck glands are up too. I’m also very, very tired.

However, I have no signs of respiratory distress at all – so chill, everyone. I’m not coughing, sneezing or wheezing. I’ve had pneumonia in the past and know what it looks and feels like, so as soon as I think I’m even looking like I’m in trouble, I’ll find a doctor.

I promise.

I guess I should also contact my health insurers and ask them what I should be doing… Maybe tomorrow, after I’ve had a bit of a lie down. Again.

In the meantime, I wish my cat were here. There’s something infinitely comforting about having a small, warm purr-box in the bed with you.

I’m not surprised that the virus may have travelled so far and into unconnected communities, this has got to be the windiest place I have ever been. I’d really hate to be in Chicago if that’s considered to be the windy city. I’ve lost track of the number of times that shopping bags have been whipped out of my hands on the street!

What I really need is one of the kites my brother bought in Bali a few years back – that would be fun. I did have pork mince chilli for dinner though – I think of it as pre-emptive revenge.

This post is beginning to ramble and the world is spinning slightly. So I shall sign off and crawl back into my bed.

ttfn,

S.