And it just keeps getting better...

Has anyone ever heard someone blame the lowly influenza virus on the downfall of their life?  Not?  Well, fasten your seat belt, it is going to be a bumpy ride!

 

As previously griped about, it has become a well-known fact that acclimatising to this rather harsh Highveld cold has been near impossible for yours truly.  In my humble opinion acclimatisation would be near impossible for even polar bears.  There has however been a solution, the great trek along the highway to the more ambient temperatures of my good old home town, Pretoria.  And that is exactly what I was planning to do this weekend, until the microscopic little blighter doing the rounds struck.

 

Let me paint the scenario.  Suspected critters in the futon mattress aside, the room I occupy at "my digs" leaves a fair amount to be desired.  The environment in this room is the perfect temperature to freeze the kahunas off a brass monkey.  To add to the scene, the bed is positioned in the right way that occupying the bed means your head is right against the window.  Breathing in the icy vapours that are emitted from the equally icy window providing the perfect breeding ground for sore throats - give me a break, I still have my 33 year old tonsils.

 

And I can hear you all chorus: "Move the bed."  Problem, it doesn't appear that the bed will fit in the room any other way.  And the chorus again:  "Sleep the other way around."  Problem, the pillow falls off the bed.

 

So, the recuperation and recovery plan was to flee through the Boerewors Curtain, defrost and sleep as much as possible.  However, that is not to be.  My Big Sister is somewhat susceptible to flu and cold viruses, compounded by asthma complications.  Thus the wooden crosses and garlic poultices have been hauled out the bottom drawer and I have been requested to reconsider my position.  And being the extremely polite, considerate person I am, I have reconsidered.

 

However, the odds of a speedy recovery are now decidedly lessened!  And the possibility of retaining some semblance of sanity is now a big, rotund ZERO!

 

Hm, I wonder where I put that Damsel In Distress application form!