That dread virus

That virus I've been beating back with a flyswatter the past couple of weeks finally got me. The 4-6 week plague that is going around surely is pl-ague-ing me! Whenever I was feeling a bit off color during the past month, I stayed in bed (when I could) for a day—it worked wonders—or it kept the virus more or less at bay. 

It nailed me once on Jan 20th, asserted conjugal visitation rights with an earache on the 30th. But now it's full-fledged headhold replete with nightsweats.
I manage to stave it off for so long—working too hard, no days off, & teaching. I gotta coach kids and emcee the POL event this afternoon.

"My candle burns at both ends, it will not last the night"...

Well, I made it through emceeing Poetry out Loud—Lawd know what I said during the filler moments between poems while being under the influence of double Sudafed and lattéd up into an adrenalin lather. I vaguely remember singing Frost's Whose woods these are I think I know (to the tune of Hernando's Hideaway)...to the audience.

Sneezing so hard, I'm leaving my tonsil on the ceiling. Now if only I had some tonsils. I think I sneezed them out ages ago. Had a rather unfortunate intersection with a sneeze and dinner.

You know you're sick when you fix a piece of salmon (favorite food) and only take two bites and pour the glass of wine back in the bottle. Funny how there's still room for the chocolate cake. Chocolate cake is medicinal.

Fever & sweats all night long. My grannie always said the sweats are good—means the fever's broken. Clammy days are here again. Didn't teach today–good call. Feel pretty run over by a mack truck. I hate to cancel work again, but I want to get over this one and not get a relapse. Wait, this is the relapse.

There are ten million times more viruses than stars in the universe.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Hamlet, scene v

Careful, Fortinbrtas is on his way.