The boyfriend caught the swine flu on a non-stop flight from Paris to San Francisco. Originally, I was bummed that we took separate flights, especially because I had a stop-over in Montreal, but it turns out that I was the lucky one.
This really is a nasty strain of flu, but he should be fine by next Tuesday. Until then, he must drink tons of water, take Tylenol to control his fever, and take codeine laced cough medicine to help him sleep.
It is very cute, he has got kind of obsessive about taking precautions to keep me from getting sick. Everything is separate right now: sleeping arrangements, food, towels, etc. Also, we've both been washing our hands, cleaning surfaces with antibacterial wipes, and using Purell constantly.
Besides jet-lag, I feel fine, but I still have four more days until he will no longer be contagious. Until then, I am stuck sleeping on the couch, which is pretty lame, but surprisingly comfortable. What a welcome home party this is!
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