Here I go thinking 'Lucky me, I'm never, ever sick. I must have the best immune system'. Turns out I don't. Now I've got the flu and it's horrible. Not only am I aching everywhere it's also deadly boring to stay at home. I've heard this weekend is supposed to be grand and if I can only get well I plan to enjoy it. Otherwise I plan to sulk.
The weirdest thing about being at home (and it has not even been two days) is that I felt truly detached from the world, a bit like nothing matters when you can't enjoy it and for a while, during my fever pitch, I felt I would never be able to get out of bed. Yes, very happy thoughts.