Sick even unto death.

[seanan_mcguire]

I have been talking about this a lot on Twitter, to the point that I figured everyone knew, but apparently, I was wrong. So:

I am sick. Like really, really sick. Like "missing a week of work, barely getting out of bed, too exhausted to deal with anything" sick. I caught the flu. And yes, I got my flu shot. It's not a magic bullet; it just increases resistance and sometimes decreases the severity of the flu itself. Well, if that's the case, I'm damn glad I got it, because I think I'd be dead now without it.

This is a bad, bad flu season. Take care of yourselves. And please, please, don't pressure me for fast responses to anything. I am too sick to die, and you may have to wait longer than usual for an answer.

Comments

[dewline.livejournal.com]

You are not the only writer in this particular boat, if that helps console you at all. One of my favourite columnists at the Toronto Star has been similarly coping. (http://www.thestar.com/news/gta/article/1314411--fiorito-flat-out-with-the-flu)

Wishing you both well...