annanotbob's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Every job you undertake becomes a piece of cake Back in bed, sleeping and sweating and feeling like shit all day. Sara says we need a real mummy now - she keeps doing too much too soon as well and having to fall back into bed. Fuck you, flu. I get very very scared when I think of the duplicity across such a vast public discourse as has presented this virus as more than just the latest flu. OK, it's risky to certain vulnerable groups - that's flu. Then I wonder if it's not the other way round - that they've cried wolf with the ebola virus, mad cow disease, and bird... can't even remember what that one was - was it flu as well? It seems there's been a constant stream of killer diseases that were going to decimate the population for as long as I can remember. This is the first time I've known people to get whatever it is and there are loads of people I know who have it - amongst Ren and Sara's mates, and Jane's BF went down with it today. But it's just flu - shit and a completely different order of unpleasantness to having a cold, no matter how heavy, but still just flu. So why does The Guardian buy into it as a national emergency, and the BBC? It all makes me very anxious, and I'm not meant to be anxious as well, I've got the fucking flu you know, which is quite bad enough. 12:34 a.m. - 30/07/2009 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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