The weekend after the first snow in December, after a couple of days carrying a thermos flask in the car and wearing sensible shoes, I took to my bed for the weekend with, largely, exhaustion, but also general muscle and head ache. I had a day off work on the Monday, because, as I told myself, I needed a weekend, after the one I had been through. I discovered quite quickly though, that having enough crud in my lungs to drown in was a good excuse too. On Tuesday, feeling slightly better, I went to work. Now really I was in work because I had a deadline for the Friday, but my symptoms were quite bearable and I was expecting to improve, thinking I was over the worst. Wednesday I felt no better and on Thursday I gave up pretending to work half way through the afternoon and went home again. My intestines had a couple of days off and I was exhausted, hot and headachy; another weekend in bed.
Since then, I have steadily recovered. December was not good for energy, I vegetated the evenings away. It was not really until the Christmas break that I finally got to feel human again. So was it flu? was it even swine flu? I'm reasonably certain I've not had anything that would grant immunity to H1N1 in the past. I know one or two people who've had swine flu diagnosed and that have been very ill with it, particularly with secondary chest infections. I was as ill as I've been in ten years.
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