I am far too foolish to worry about catching diseases. My friend Amanda says today she has flu-like symptoms and the first thing I say is "Great! Hey, let's hang out!" so clearly, avoiding the virus is something I can't be counted on to do. I think antibacterial hand gels are silly. If I drop food on the floor, I firmly believe in the 5-second rule. I don't always wash my hands before eating. I am exposed to new people on a daily basis at work or at school. I keep hoping that someone at DeAnza will get a the flu so classes will be suspended for a week, just like they were at Branham High School after a teenager was diagnosed on Tuesday. Oh, alma mater. A week off of school is sweet.
Clearly, I'm going to get swine flu. I accept this. I figure I'll get it when I fly to Boston, or fly back; everyone knows that an airplane flight is a disease waiting to happen. I just hope I get one of the mild cases; it would not be a terribly impressive way to die.