Drama and suspense in life is much more exciting than the humdrum normalcy of the expected, right? Only eight days until our plane leaves to go back to the States for Christmas, and I have the H1N1 influenza. On Saturday afternoon, I got a sore throat out of the blue, and then on Sunday evening when Jeff and I were in Aix for a date (we ate at Subway --delicious after a year of rien-- and then went to see the floozy of a movie called "Twilight 2"), I felt like Planet Sick suddenly smushed me. I haven't left my apartment since and spend most of these days sleeping punctuated with internet surfing.
Luckily, France is still old-fashioned enough that doctors make house calls; yesterday, my doctoresse (aka woman doctor. Nice, huh?) came by at lunch and dubbed me sick with la grippe A. Good news is that I have a special certificate announcing to my employers and insurance company that I can't work for a week but I should still be paid. Jeff had stopped by for lunch at the same time that the doctor was there, and she told him that he's been skipping in the danger zone by spending so much time with me. Thus he may be a ticking time bomb, and any day now, he should be getting sick if it's going to happen. With only a week left until we're supposed to leave, the suspense is thick! Cross your fingers that by next Thursday morning, we're healthy and ready to go.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
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