Struck down in the prime of life, missing the prime shopping of the week after Christmas, Sonia tried to get comfortable with her pillow and still be able to breathe through her congestion. Coughing forwards, backwards and everyway in between, her sides hurt, her tummy squeezed and churned post-nasal drip coming down the back of her throat. Moving around in bed was a chore, her muscles screamed and swollen glands banned her from finding a sweet spot in the lumpy mattress. The piles of spent tissues, filled with contagion, lay on the floor surrounding the bed like a moat of death.
Christmas Day was so fun, but was it worth the price to pay of the gathering of the sick and unsick? The food was great, her boyfriends family was cool, and they had no idea what would befall them the next day. They say it takes three days for the killer flu virus to incubate. Sonia got it on Saturday two days only it took. Her plans were all awash.
