How the Flu Hid the Mouse in the Wall

For over two weeks now I have had the flu. It started like most flu does with fever, chills and a sore throat. It then followed sort of a migratory pattern, which left me feeling recovered for part of a day while it shifted from one temporary place of residence to the next. The new spot would make me feel even worse than before. Sort of a cruel tease of a flu. I’d like to say I’m feeling better but I don’t fully have my sense of taste or smell and that tends to make me feel oddly disconnected from things.
I have, however, gotten enough of my sense of smell back to remind me that just prior to the flu we had a nasty horrible smell coming from the wall heater in the kitchen. I had been burning candles regularly to mask it and had wondered whether it might be possible to take the heater apart.

I’ve been watching old episodes of Bones so I think I might be hardened to whatever I might find in there. . . Then again I might not be quite hardened enough. Needless to say the mouse is still in the wall.

So all of this is a very long way of saying that there might actually be at least one good thing about the flu. I was completely unaware of the smell for at least two weeks. But let me be clear. So far I’ve only found one good thing.