Quarantine

I've been feeling weird all week. I thought it was just nerves or just an emo thing, it's not. I got the test results back this morning, I have that 'I'm single so Valentine's Day makes me feel like a complete loser"-itis that goes around this time every year. I don't usually get it (if single, natch), but this year I have caught a particularly bad case of it.
It doesn't help that I'm perpetually touch-deprived because I live in England and they just do things differently here * sigh *.
It doesn't help that the V-Day rush seems to have started as soon as the calendar turned February so when I felt better, I'd log on and get re-infected.
It doesn't help that the only men I find deeply attractive body and soul (oh, and brains) are thousands of miles away and on the wrong continent.

Apparently there are only three possible cures at this stage:
flowers from a secret surprise admirer;
a good snogging; or
abject male adoration.

None of these is available to me on the NHS. The only cure available to me is: quarantine. I have this on the best possible professional advice (mine). I'm going into quarantine, I'm not going to be online (maybe here) beginning this evening until after The Sacrifice of the Singles is over and maybe not immediately after that. Please stay in touch with me here, I'm greatly attached to you each. I've been assured by the luv doctors that I am past the contagious phase so don't worry, you can't catch it! <3 <3 <3 <3 :)