Racing into the week, I noticed its arrival upon waking Monday.
A scratch. A tickle.
A cough that just wouldn’t go away.
Pshaw, I thought, I’m just over tired and it’s probably due to the smoke from our Casino visit the other day and..and.. and.
And then came Tuesday.
That cough … now a hack, one that hurt, with a flush creeping up my neck and pinching, the kind of pinch like my brother standing behind and squeezing my neck as a kid. That kind of pinch. Ugh.
A call to the Doctor’s office, a mention of “it might be the flu” and an opening mid-day.
Sitting in the waiting room, shivering. Sitting in the examining room, sweating.
Swabbed, sneezing, waiting, wondering.
Negative for flu, thank you!
Not so fast.
“I don’t like the sound of your lungs.”
I threw some humor on it, “oh you mean the snap-crackle-pop?”
“Yeah, those aren’t Rice Krispies.”
Antibiotics – rest – fluids – warmth – and worst of all – no talking!
I stayed home today, in my chair, command central. Listened in on a few conference calls, managed emails, read, dozed, sipped soup and stayed still.
And then, around 4:00 it hit me, there’s still one Christmas present yet to try:
Being derailed might not be so bad after all.
How about you? Has the flu hit your house? Tried out any nifty gadgets lately?