The plague has hit

My two oldest children have come down with what their doctor calls 'H1N1', whatever that is. If you haven't heard of H1N1, you've been in a cave for the last year. Let me just say, H1N1 sucks.

H1N1 has hit home hard.

This swine flu has relegated my kids to sleeping lots, laying on the couch and all around feeling terrible. It has resulted in a lot of coughing, sore throats, runny noses and high fever. The only bonus is there is not much vomiting associated with this flu. Not much of a consolation for a little girl who has never felt this bad in her life.

So far, only my two kids have been afflicted, but it seems only a matter of time before this ruthless virus marches through our house. Until then, wash your hands after reading this post.

Marshmallows in my head

The plague of black bubonic death has settled on my house. It wasn't that big of deal when everyone else in my family had it. That is... until I got it. I felt it coming on late Friday afternoon. By Friday night, I was one hurting unit, attempting to extract sympathy from every corner. I had a fitful night of sleep and in the morning, I felt like 8 2.5-inch nails had been pounded into my head with a ball peen hammer. I spent the day sprawled on the couch, accepting any and all pity and sympathetic overtures.

By Sunday, my head didn't hurt as much, but it started to feel like my head was filling with marshmallows. That's where I'm at today. I can't think clearly. My lectures today were terrible (I did warn my students). I could not think clearly enough to prepare a coherent lecture.

I'm going to go to bed early tonight, but not until I extract a little more sympathy... if there's any left.