Little Birdie

Despite, or perhaps because of, years of higher learning, there are just some basic skills and facts my head refuses to learn.  I still have to hum the alphabet song in my head to find books in the library, write out fractions when I convert rates to different units to figure out when to divide and multiply, and consult google for the differences between cold and flu symptoms whenever I get sick.  Currently, it appears that I have to flu.  Good thing I got that flu shot.

This being the second day of my illness (it came on suddenly on Sunday night- Roommate Claude found me sprawled on the couch and when she asked how I was, I said, "I can't tell if I'm hot or cold."), I decided that I felt well enough to head to school.  And was promptly sent home by Julia, Amber, and Liz.  Mostly Julia.  Amber was still deciding whether I was actually sick or not.  My stay was so short that I managed to catch the same bus home that I arrived in.  Before I got sick, Tuesday promised free lunch at school, ice cream party in the afternoon, and ramen in DC for dinner.  Now all those things are out of reach.  I also wanted to stop by the Korean stand by the school to pick up food for tomorrow.  But I could not in good public health conscience bring myself to go to a serve-yourself-buffet when I know that I have the flu.  Damn you, Public Health.  Damn you also, Private Lack-of-Health.