Pandemic

There is a game on the interweb called 'Pandemic', (with sequels, Pandemic 2 and Pandemic 3). You are a disease and you have to earn enough points by contaminating large areas of the planet, so you can evolve, become more deadly and spread easier. You start with common symptoms, such as sneezing, coughing and sweating before building your way up to 'Tier IV', which includes things like kidney failure, Pneumonia and many other complicated words ending in 'ia', which is never good, and in the end, your disease kills off the entire planet. Except Madagascar, because on this game, Madagascar is somehow impossible to penetrate.

The point I'm trying to make is that I feel like Tier IV. No, I'm not physically about to die, but it damn well feels like it. I feel like I have SARS. This means I have been able to do nothing for the past week except sleep, work and go to Nando's, and this is never good. Eating delicious chicken, and paying for Beddoe to eat delicious chicken, is about as much as I could do this week. This illness is so bad, that I even had no choice but to pull out of cricket this morning, and that is almost unheard of. There are only 2 other times I have had to pull out. Once was my own fault, and I presume you can make your own conclusions on that one. And the other time, I played the day after and scored a ton, so hopefully the same recipe happens this weekend, the last weekend of the season.

Unfortunately, this mystery illness doesn't get me out of work. It could do, if I made it sound worse than it actually was, which is not what I'm doing at the moment, typing in here... *ahem*... I leave for work in roughly an hour, which I suppose is a good thing, as I will have other things to think about other than the impending death that will most certainly come my way if things carry on in the same vein..

Am I overhyping this a bit too much?

There is a good side to this illness however. If I hadn't of had this illness, I would of gone to work slightly unhappy, as the Hawkers Gang set off on another night out, dubbed 'The Last Night of Epicness 3', but seeing as I am dying, I would have not have been able to go out anyway. Instead, I will be going on what is now a fairly easy Saturday night in contrast to the "good ol' days", and earning money that will surely come in handy as I jet off down south to my new life. 1 shift down 7 to go, in my marathon set of night shifts, and given that the nurse on Friday told me to "get plenty of rest", doing night shifts followed by cricket isn't really the dictionary definition of that.

I shall be making an extra effort to play tomorrow though. The weather at the moment looks a bit American, but I see it should be good for tomorrow, and if that is the case, I shall don the whites, however well I am, and hope to make a contribution to the game. For now though, I will wish The Hawkers a good night, and get ready for a night of my own.

Cough.