I know, long time not talk to, right?  So where the heck have I been anyway?  Pull up a chair and set a spell.  I'm about to tell you what I've been doing for the last 7 days.

I should have known it would happen.  I made fun of H1N1, calling it Mexican Pig Flu or Heiny Flu and regarding is as nothing more than a nuisance.

Then, last week happened.

A close up of Terry's boogers.

Monday, December 28th

1900:  "Hmm.  I feel kinda funky."

Tuesday, December 29th

0700:  "Ugh.  I'm sick alright.  Probably just a 24 hour bug."

[CALL IN SICK]

0700-next day:  Sleep and sweat.

Wednesday, December 30th

0755:  "Argh.  Why do I still feel like this?  Scratch that.  I feel worse."

[CALL IN SICK]

0800 - ???:  Sleep and sweat

???:  Wife infoms me that Rosemary and Ragnar are both sick too.

???-next day:  Sleep and sweat.

Thursday, December 31st

0800:  "This is shaping up to be one miserable New Year."

[CALL IN SICK]

0800-????:  Sleep and sweat.

????:  Wife informs me that she called the doctor.  Doc says not to bring anyone in for appointment.  We all have H1N1/Mexican Pig Flu.  Rest and liquids are the only thing that will help us now.

????-0000:  Sleep and sweat.

Friday, January 1st

0000:  See a ball drop.  Blow kisses at wife who promptly dodges them for fear of catching swine flu.

0000-????:  Sleep and sweat.

????:  Stay awake long enough to watch Handy Manny, Super Why, Word Girl, Max and Ruby and a couple other kids' shows before going back to sleeping and sweating.

????-next day:  Sleep and sweat.

Saturday, January 2nd

1030:  Wake up feeling better, but still feverish and funky.  Find out to great delight that TIVO recorded 10 hours of Loony Tunes.  Kids are treated to less education cartoons for the rest of the day, followed by a couple hours of video games with dad.  Sleeping and sweating resumes later that night.

Sunday, January 3rd

1000:  Wake up feeling same as yesterday.  This fever is a long term tenant, my sinuses are blown and my voice is shot.  Loony Tunes and video games are back.  While kids are napping, I watch a show about how the world's going to end.  Dang, History Channel.  Really?  Rosemary's fever breaks late in the day.  No luck for her dad.

Monday, January 4th

0700:  Wake up with a fever and a feeling that my employer is rethinking their generous sick leave policy.

[CALL IN SICK]

0800-1200:  Sleep and sweat.

1200:  Wake up feeling...not bad for a change.

1800:  NO MORE FEVER!

1900:  TNA and WWE are going head to head on Monday night.  It's like the Monday night wars all over again!  Life is good.

Today, January 5th

My sinuses are still messed up.  My voice is shot, but I can still write so I'm back at work.  Hopefully, I'll be back on the air soon.  I'm drinking Throat Coat Tea, sucking on cough drops and anxiously awaiting my next airshift.

I've missed you and hope the feeling is mutual.  If the feeling isn't mutual, that's too bad.  I'm the cheapest English speaking labor on the market right now so you're stuck with me.

Be Cool,

TS