Still not dead ...

[blamebrampton]

But I do feel like death warmed up.

As I was commenting to a friend the other day, I am at that stage of influenza where, in a 19th century novel, the doctor would reassure the family I am past the crisis and certain to pull through, and advise them to book a long holiday in a warm cottage by the seaside, where I should mind my chest for several months.

Instead, like every other twenty-first century sufferer lacking sufficient independent wealth, but possessed of enough wealth and health to not actually be dying -- for which I am grateful, I am dragging myself into work, where I spend several hours at a time wondering whether an en dash or em dash would best fit the use.

Ghastly.

In a week or two, I will have forgotten the whole hideousness until the next time I forget a flu shot, which says a lot about how amazingly healthy we are in this time and place.

Until my brain returns, sorry for all the comments I am missing leaving or replying to, sorry for the deranged ones I have managed, and I will catch up with everything on the weekend.

Comments

[absynthedrinker.livejournal.com]

Yes and once you'd arrived in Bexford-on-the-Sea you no doubt take the good air and play wist with women recovering from treatments they received after being infected with syphillis from their husbands in the Colonial Service. England was a hothouse of contagion in the 19th century. I am glad we live under different circumstances.

Hope you feel better very soon.

Peace,
Bubba

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I would organise amateur dramatics, and edited readings from Dickens -- only the exciting bits ;-)

It's so very true. Someone at work said, 'Are you still sick?' and I tersely, replied 'People DIE of flu, you know. They used to quite often, we're just lucky we mostly don't now.' and she looked at me as though I was insane. I'm not sure whether to throw Austen or my History of Medicine books at her ...

And Thank You! I will!