Swine Flu

I came home from work on Monday and felt like I was getting a cold. No problem, take some meds and go to bed early. I went to bed at 6pm. Zonked out cold. I woke up on Tuesday morning and wham.... I was dying and I had the flu not the cold. Dale asked for me to help him in the morning do somethings. I could barely function. I called in sick, not sure exactly what I said and told dale I was really sick. Around 11am I had thrown up three times and had a pretty high temp. I text dale and told him that I needed him to take me to the doctor. I called the doc and got a 5:45 appt. By the time Dale had gotten here, I turned really bad. I actually thought I had the swine flu. At the doctors office they all wore masks, I don't really remember much except for a few shots. They tested me for the swine flu. I don't have it, however I have similar to it. Whatever that means. I guess there is a side flu going on. Anyway, Dale tells me know he was so worried because my lips were black and bleeding (not sure what that is all about) and he freaked out. He stayed home with me the next day to make sure I did not get worse. You know through out my life I have gotten sick quite a bit. It is a gift, well something I was sent here to earth to endure I guess. There could have been worse things. However, there are times I would love to go through 5 years with out getting sick at all. I pray for 3 years sometimes. The doc told me I could not go back to work at all the whole week, so I have been recovering. It's Saturday and I am not fully recovered, I am week, tired and exhausted. I have been trying to go to sleep but the neighbors dog is barking like crazy and if I knew which dog it was, I would march over to their house. OK, enough of laboring on...