Writing about swine flu for NewWest made the possibility of getting it seem remote. The outbreaks were in outer space, like the Panama Canal zone and the Russian gulag. Okay, then it was Texas. But still. Now on the fifth day of having the H1N1 virus, it’s clear that no amount of denial explains this wretchedness. The exhaustion, nausea, aches and misery is like you took on the hangovers of everyone at the party, then hiked to 8,000 feet where Sasquatch flattened you with one foot before tossing you back down the trail. Every day you wake up thinking, “THIS IS THE DAY I’M GOING TO FEEL NORMAL” and then you collapse in the shower. That I can sit up with the computer at all is a miracle, and writing this far has already exhausted me/Jill Kuraitis, New West. More here.

Question: Anyone else out there suffering from swine flu, er, H1N1?