| 8:44p |
ka-bam!
"I'm cured!" I cried, while simultaneously going for a jog, working, playing soccer with my baby brother, attempting to climb walls and eating ice-cream in the cold night air with Scott.
"Oh no, you're not!" replied a gravelly, cruel voice behind me.
"Who are you?" I asked the voice, as I lounged about at Roanne's house with Cammy G, Phil and Stanley. "And who do you think you are? I'm a kick-butt Charlie's Angel, damn it!"
"Well, take THAT!" screamed the voice. All of a sudden, my throat was sorer than it was during the last time I had come up against my arch-nemesis, a Cold. My nose was runnier as well, and it took me ten minutes to motivate myself to get off the couch. My evil Cold had returned to haunt me, and this time, more powerful than ever! My Cold had indeed morphed into The Flu!
"Ooooh, this is like a really, really bad dream!" I muttered to myself last night, after missing out on hanging with the Terrigal crew and not being able to return Cammy G's wallet. "My entire body is aching!"
"That'll teach you for going swimming in the middle of winter, and for going out and having fun," jeered the voice.
"Oh YEAH?" I replied. This comment did not impress me. In fact, I was furious. How dare The Flu insult me like that! Didn't he understand ANYTHING? What is the point of going away if you aren't going to go swimming? What about my new attitude to live everyday to its fullest? "Take THAT!" I screamed at The Flu, hurling a one-litre carton of orange juice in its direction.
"Glll-glug-hermph-" spluttered The Flu.
"And take THAT!" I shouted again, this time showering it with Codral Cold and Flu tablets. "And you know what else I'm going to do?"
"No- no, you can't! You don't have the will power!"
"Oh yeah? Just watch me!" And with great organisation, I went to bed EARLY.
I woke up the next day with The Flu as only a distant memory, with a day ahead of working with the lovely Books crew, and visits from friends. Ha ha ha- it seems my superhero training has been paying off. |