when a flu is no mere flu
i am rather aghast at the turn the flu has taken, after spending an entire day ejecting blood… blood! from my nose and clutching my chest in pain as the hacking cough went on and on and on. and all the while attempting to make a decent book out of somebody’s idea of primary one maths.
age really does take you by surprise, and gives you no chance to retaliate or say nay. the flu never used to kill me like this, incapitating me for days on end, rendering every type of medicine – vile chinese concoctions and bitter western pills alike – ineffective, making life such a wretched business because… well, a person’s gotta do what a person’s gotta do – work, work, work. i want to know where all this phlegm comes from, penetrating my sinuses and my lungs overnight - surely this can’t be legal??
meanwhile, the too-loud radio from somewhere downstairs, or upstairs, won’t stop playing cheesy chinese music without any tune whatsoever (or perhaps it is like one of those one-note-wonder pop songs). i am hungry but cannot eat, and the news continue to be bad no matter which part of the world you’re looking at.
err… happy new year, anyone?
Filed under: health, whining | Leave a Comment
Tags: sick, whining
No Responses Yet to “when a flu is no mere flu”