It wasn’t only my pocket that was hurting last week, I came down with flu! I couldn’t believe it. London was suffering from heatwave and I can barely sit up.

I thought it was just the Monday-blues but by midday, I had to excuse myself and go on home. When pogiBoy came home, he also had a slight temp.

My entire body muscle was in pain because of very dry cough. My throat hurt so much I didn’t want to eat.

When I called the GP, I told the receptionist I want to make sure it’s not swine flu. She said the advise for swine flu was to stay home. I asked “How are we going to know it’s swine fle? Are you coming over here to check & give us our meds?”

After a brief silence she said, “You can come in at 11am”.

The doctor was surprisingly nice. He gave me some amoxicillin for the coughing & said pogiBoy doesn’t need one because his is viral - yes his favourite diagnosis for pogiBoy.

After 2 days, pogiBoy also developed coughing. Last Friday he was also given amoxicillin.

pogiBoy was probably so sick of being cooped up at home, he cried on Friday saying he doesn’t want to be sick anymore. He said his head and his throat hurt but he wanted to go back to school.

Thank God, he’s fever settled over the weekend. We’re both back to “work” today, my cough’s not as bad.

I’ve forgotten how to be sick. Gaadd… I don’t like it.