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Deja Flu?

I've been drifting in and out of the strangest deja vu for the past half-hour or so.

I'm sitting on my sofa, legs up on the coffee table, listening to Hairspray, drinking a George Clooney endorsed latte (still loving my Nespresso), doing some writing, and feeling like I smoked two packs of Camel unfiltereds last night.

For the record, I had no cigarettes at all. So what's with the scratchy throat and muddled head?

Hmmm ...

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I greeted my student yesterday morning with a perfunctory "how are you?"

She proceeded to tell me how unwell she was. Headache. Cough. Muscle aches. She had already decided she wouldn't be in tomorrow (which is now today) and she just needed to lie in bed to recover. She would see me Monday.

"I know when I get like this, that I just need to curl up with a hot water bottle and stay in bed for a few days. When I came back from my honeymoon, I had to stay in bed for a week."

Must have been some honeymoon, I thought but didn't say. I wondered what she picked up in Viet Nam (her honeymoon haven) that laid her up for so long, and if she was having a relapse. Was she really that delicate or just a tad precious? I also wondered if she wasn't contagious.

And we went on with our lesson.

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So maybe she passed something on to me. Or maybe I'm getting a cold. Or maybe it's just the barometric pressure messing with my head.

Either way, I feel like I've been here before. The weird thing about deja vu is that, for me at least, you don't know what's going to happen next, but you do know that what's just happened has happened before.

Oh dear, there's the doorbell. Maybe it's George Clooney with a bottle of Day-Quil. That's never happened before.

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I've been drifting in and out of the strangest deja vu ...