The Lair

I’ve been felled by a flu bug for the past couple of days. Just ventured to my feet today, all cautious like. So far, things are ok. Throat feels like someone did a cleanup job with sandpaper, the works. Ugh. I hate getting sick. Clearly, this flu bug is a consequence of watching the Monkeys in a sweltering hot, stinky Foot on Sunday night… Maybe it was the people sitting ahead of me, right in the fan’s path that gave me the flu bug, I dunno.. should I sue? At least I’m not clucking like a chicken yet, so maybe it’s not the avian variety.

In more news for the birds, Chickenbutt carved off some fleshy parts and did a soup run a couple of days ago. Amusingly, the soup containers developed some leakage issues within sight of the front door. The last 50 meters was a sprint finish between the soup and chickenbutt. Fortunately (for me), chickenbutt won. Chicken soup is good for the soul.

The first day of the flu was really bad. I had optimistically scheduled things for the afternoon, thinking that I’d be up and about by about 1600 on Tuesday. The flu had other plans for me though, so some frantic rescheduling happened, mere minutes away from a scheduled meeting. That was when my parents figured that they’d take me to One-Shot. One-Shot (not the local cinema hero) is a doctor known to my parents. He is called thusly because he prescribes stuff that only needs one dose to cure (or so the story goes). I know the age of shamans and witchcraft doesn’t exist anymore, but my parents had an almost childlike look of awe when they described this WonderDoc’s history of prescriptions. Yeah. I believed them, all right. So, err.. no. I preferred to stick with homegrown dosing. It might have been my mother’s statement that “if it doesn’t cure you, it will probably kill you”; but maybe I was overreacting a tad. High fever, delirium and all that.

More weird stuff, I’ve found that the privately owned bank of Chinese origins is considerably less nice and far less efficient than the supposedly stodgy, ineffective state run bank. That’s actually weird enough to blog about - I needed the same job done in both banks; my average wait in the state bank was measured in minutes and the guy I was talking to did lots to help and suggest alternatives (and even tried to engage me in chitchat while his minions ran around looking for files and stuff). The Chinese bank? Uh.. yeah. An hour later, they were still shaking their heads and asking ever more senior people what needed to be done. State run stuff. It ain’t all lousy.