Like the vegetables in my garden, I have been feeling under the weather these two days. With the flu bug swirling around, it is only a matter of time before I'm infected. My annual flu shot helps to mitigate the effects, so I don't feel too ill, just mildy uncomfortable.
Of course, flu is a dirty word these days, thanks to the swine flu hogging the headlines. People look at you suspiciously the moment you let out a little sniffle.
When I brought mum to the dentist this morning, we had to go through the temperature-taking (by masked nurses) and declaration (that we have not traveled to Mexico and affected countries) ritual. I was hoping that I wasn't running a temperature and the thermometer showed a reading of 35.9 degree celcius. It's a little low, don't you think?
Anyway, the dentist gave mum an all-clear. The wound is healing well and soon she will be able to chew her food without any worries of infection or pain. I really hope we don't have to visit the dentist anytime soon.
Due to the stormy weather, we were stuck in traffic all the way from the house to the clinic in the city. It was largely due to the morning hour traffic as well. Not forgetting the numerous accidents on the wet roads.
We've been getting early morning downpours which is great for sleeping in during the weekends but certainly not welcomed on a Monday morning like this. I couldn't take Rusty out for his walk, so I had to bring him along with me to my parent's house. Now he's in the office.
Everytime someone knocks on the door, he runs to check the person out. I think we've found ourselves an official guard dog. Otherwise you can find him lying under the table like a sleeping partner.