My Polo Pony GrippeTuesday, October 15, 2013
On October 3 I went to Cañuelas, Pcia de Buenos Aires to watch my grand nephew Jorge O’Reilly play polo. I did not notice any sick polo ponies. They were all very beautiful and close-up they were indeed small ponies. I asked Jorge’s father, Georgito why a bunch of polo mallets in Jorge’s dressing room had numbers like 32 and 31. He told me that mallets had to be made to accommodate the different heights of polo ponies.
When I returned to Canada on October 12 I was beginning to cough incessantly. After spending a terrible October 14 (Thanksgiving holiday) in bed I saw my doctor who prescribed antibiotics to fight what he said was pneumonia.
I did not have the heart to inform him that in Argentina there have been a few isolated cases of humans getting Equine Influenza HRN8 in a mutation called Equidaegrippe H7N7 and that in fact I did not have pneumonia but the rarer polo pony grippe.
While I am still alive and recovering I would have been almost happy to succumb to this so classy a disease that only the right people in the right social circles might contract