This past Thursday, toward the end of my evening class, I started to feel a little under the weather. Knowing that this was either a sinus problem or the onset of illness, I decided to hedge my bets — I went home and downed some vitamin C, drank a couple glasses of water, and went right to bed, planning to drive to campus instead of bike. The next morning I felt quite a bit worse. I wasn’t even hungry. I struggled through a short day on campus, ate some spicy food to clear my sinuses, and went back to bed. All weekend I’ve struggled with a little fever, exhaustion, congestion, the works. It was a little case of the flu — but was it swine flu?

I don’t know, and honestly I don’t care. Apparently the only way you can tell the difference between the average, normal seasonal flu and the piggy sniffles is by seeing a doctor — and with a temperature only hovering between 99 and 100, it seemed a little silly to see a doctor. I’ve heard that most cases of the piggy sniffles lead to a slightly higher fever, but I’m sticking to my story that I had the piggy sniffles this weekend.

You should see people’s faces when I tell them I had the piggy sniffles, but I’m definitely on the road to recovery. At the very least, though, calling it the piggy sniffles makes it sound a lot less scary than calling it ‘pandemic swine flu.’ It actually sounds a little…cute. Since I couldn’t give less of a damn about scare tactics, I think it’s time to laugh at this one a little bit. Vote for fun in 2010!