Woke up this morning at about 5am with Kiki hacking and coughing like a New York cabbie. Oh Kiki, I thought. Not you too?
For the past month Los Angeles has been plagued by well, the plague. Otherwise known as the flu, kids and adults everywhere are coughing, sneezing, wheezing, grumpy, sleepy, bashful, and doc. (No poison apples necessary.) The Los Angeles Times reports that “Outbreaks of flu are ‘way up’ in L.A. County” and that 91 people were hospitalized this past week for H1N1 (aka swine flu). The article goes on to state that 95% of the people coming in to see their doctors have been positively diagnosed with H1N1, but that most patients recover without medicine (or even seeing a doctor for that matter) in about 2 weeks. It’s only the elderly, the young, and the infirmed who are at risk. As well, this newest outcrop of patients seems to coincide with September 1st and the resume of school. No puzzle there. Lots of germy kids, lots of germy places…it’s a veritable vegetable patch for the old swine flu.
Cough. Cough. Cough. Kiki’s at it again. Well I for one refuse. I don’t care how popular it is, I won’t do it. Just like the return of mullets, man bags, jeans that are so low your underwear hangs out, and those god-awful, straw cowboy boots, I’m saying no. Kiki on the other hand, has always been one to follow the trends. I blame it on being brought up in Los Angeles.