Flu-Ninja!

You know your system is acclimated to a tropical climate when you get a cold from too much air-conditioner.

That’s right.

Cayla and I enjoyed AC at a luxurious 26 degrees Celsius while we were in Cambodia last week. That’s only 78.8 on the Fahrenheit scale, but it was too much dry for my tropic-soggy lungs. I came back to work hacking and coughing from a sore throat – more from the dryness than the ‘lower’ temperature.

The teachers kept teasing me and saying stuff like, “Met, you get pig flu two-thousand niiine!?” and then telling me to stay away. I thought it was all fun and games until they gave me this:

Then they kind-of sort-of-passive-aggressively/highly recommended I wear it. All the time.

At first I thought it was cool lookin’. Like a ninja or something. But now it really just looks like a diaper strapped to my face. My cold’s almost gone, though, and I’m hoping Cayla doesn’t get anything. I’m also hoping to get a decent nights sleep tonight.

Because I’m tired of being the flu-ninja.