I hope I’m not tempting fate by writing at this time about the dreaded Swine Flu, but I seem to be surrounded by it in the neighborhood where I live. There are cases of swine flu in the next suburb north to mine and also cases in the adjacent suburb to the south. They have closed down the schools where it first showed itself, so schoolchildren, not quarantined, are roaming the streets.
Each morning when I catch a tram to the city I feel as if I’m putting myself in the firing line and wonder how long I can last without coming down with the virus. The tram of course runs in a direct line between the two affected suburbs, so any passenger could be the unwitting carrier of the virus. I take heart in the thought that I seem to have a good immune system and have, year after year at work , survived the winter without coming down with anything, despite being surrounded by coughing, sneezing colleagues.
An interesting thing I have noticed this year is that if someone has an upper respiratory infection, they carelessly refer to it as “just a cold”. In the past they would have referred to it as flu to garner more sympathy.
So cross fingers, touch wood, in the hope I can get through the winter without succumbing to some awful lurgy, in particular the swine flu.
The above joke has been doing the rounds of email inboxes everywhere, but I still find it funny.