diz tibe ei habe a code ad by doze id blogged. Part I

It seems forever when I wrote here last. Two weeks can be forever when you're busy but are quickly whittled down to acceptable dimensions by the drudgery of whincing, moaning, sniffling and coughing my way through most of this past weekend and workday week. The influenza virus which has thus far seen fit not to fly from me, as afflicted various bodily processes. Not the least of which has been my lungs and very noticably - my ability to type. The haze and the attending throbbing dull sweel that is my sinus headache seems to be able to have me starring at the computer keyboard as if I had never seen anything like it in my entire lifetime and that it has not in fact been discovered yet. For the sake of recording this event for posterity, I shall describe my list of symptoms:

It began in the middle of last week, when I had the distinct memory of something small and sharp lodged in the back of my throat, much like a nasty bit of dry toast stuck in your tonsils - try as you might with your tongue, you are never quite able to dislodge it and on you go, swallowing and drinking, eating and hacking, trying to dislodge it for you know that if you fail to do so, it will rapidly manifest itself as a real malady. I failed to do so. So it was that I wasn't feeling all that well on the weekend. I could not help but intently stare at the pink and sickeningly moist wall that make up the swollen sides of my tonsils. With torchlight in hand and faced pressed against the mirror in the bath, I shone what feelble light into the back of my throat and am surprised to see no attending spots or unwelcome signs of sickness. For once, I am baffled; I am definately ill and yet see no visible signs except for the steadily growing volume of spit and phlegm and the attendant coughing and sneezing. The head is light and I am feeling weak and a curious development will make this 'flu more insidious than ever before: my ribs and sides ache when I sleep and it seemed that the only position that I could and can now still hold is that on my back and it still results in a cold and aching back when I awake. It is also perhaps time to replace the vitamins, as when I take these now (and admittedly have not done for some time), I am afflicted by which seems like heartburn. The stomach swells and I feel as if I am digesting on air and it is not agreeing with me. The weekend passes and I am faced with the unhappy prospect of attemping to make it to work at UBC, through the inclement winter weather, to a job that at best is to be described as interesting. It is with much effort that I rouse my aching back and sides from the bed and deliver myself unto the gaping maw that is the skytrain station's escalator at Lougheed Mall. I am jolted into semi-consciousness as the bus lurches to a sudden halt at the bus loop.