So I was home sick yesterday and find myself at home again today. And no, I do not think I have swine flu. As I said to my mother, I am not even going to bother getting tested unless I spike a fever. And fortunately there has been no fever. Although I have been avoiding my father in case he starts shoveling TamiFlu down my throat, which he has a stockpile of in the kitchen.
I have had a very sore throat and have developed a nice juicy cough, which is what is keeping me at home. 2009 is not the year for being blase about displaying cold and flu symptoms in public places – let alone in enclosed office spaces with six other people. I am even a bit concerned about going down to Woolworths lest I cough and am thrown out by the daytime shoppers. Don't laugh! It has happened to me before – I was 12 years old with the chicken pox and was asked to leave a toy store. Sigh. I had completely repressed that until now. That was shit.
I'm bored. I hope I do not get the real swine flu. I hate the idea of being quarantined for weeks – with my family. But the pressure is on, my brother rather pointedly informs me that if I have swine flu he gets to stay home from school for a whole week. I think he has exams coming up. At least I can do some necessary phone-based-work from home, but it only takes me so far. I can do some more sewing I suppose. Or look into some knitting. Or take a bath. Problem is these things are only fun if you are doing them by choice. I am doing them out of necessity, which is somehow infinitely less cool.
The most exciting thing I have planned for the day is changing out of the pajamas I have been wearing for the last 24 hours, and choosing some new and exciting pajamas to wear for the next 12-24 hours. Golly, it just does not get any more glamourous than that now does it?