I have a good immune system right now.
Being spritzed each week by secondary pupils with a fresh
instalment of seasonal germs has worked wonders for my resilience. So I have listened to the news of climbing rates
of flu, Covid, RSV and norovirus as if they were purely hypothetical.
Then yesterday I was felled.
Probably by norovirus.
One’s first emotion is curiosity – where did I get this
from? One begins a pointless rehearsal
of one’s movements over the past three days…and reaches no conclusion.
As the condition continues on and one is still unable to
rise from bed, the next feeling is anger.
What a waste of a day – I had plans, dammit.
Finally, realising that what one has is Something Nasty, the
planning process starts.
I’ll have to teach on Zoom tomorrow. What about the following day? Surely I’ll be okay for the school trip on
Thursday and the outing with my girlfriends on Friday?
To look on the bright side, it’s probably quite salutary to be properly ill once in a while (although clearly not too often). It helps to get things like The Common Cold in proportion.
And that’s it,
really. I can’t think of any more ways
to make norovirus (or whatever I had) seem upbeat!