This is the story of my household for a little more than a week now.. I've had an "incident" with a Segway that left me hospitalised for 5 days, am still in bed forced into bed-rest by the doctor to try to fix my damaged back but he insists that this will go away and I will make a good recovery if I follow instructions... I'm following instructions.
While I was in hospital, my eldest daughter Amna had a cold... which now developed into a secondary lung infection, so she's at home coughing and spluttering away.
Hanan, my second daughter, had a stomach bug 3 days ago and she was off school, she says that she thinks she's recovered now and she'll probably be able to go to school tomorrow.
Arif, my son, has whatever Amna had, but he seems to be the least affected, so he's designated care-taker for the moment.
Frances, my wife, had whatever Hanan has had, and she's in bed since last night!
Phoebe, the dog, seems to have scraped the side of her mouth somehow, and a friend is coming over this afternoon to take her to the vet.
I have no idea what's happening with our other dog, Gnasher...
The only person who seems to be relatively okay at the moment is our maid!
I don't believe in superstitions, but with what has been happening to us over the last couple of weeks, I should think that some wanker has put their evil eye on us. BEGONE you bastard. We didn't take food from YOUR table whoever the hell you are.
What a screwed up month so far.
