I get a flu shot every year. And it doesn’t tickle. And I pay for it. And I cruise along boasting to people, less clever than me, that I have had my shot, and will escape the perils of the dreaded flu this year. I campaign for the vaccine. I scold people and tell them that if they would get a shot too, that the flu would be less likely to spread. Therefore, it seems a tad unjustice to me when I come down with the stinkin’ flu. That’s right, Lisa is running a fever right now, accompanied by aches and pains. And she is darn cranky about it. I feel like, if I had the strength, I’d go over to the pharmacy where that smug little man injected me with the useless virus, I’d grab him by his starched lab coat lapels, and breath right in his face. Just to be sure, I might just plant a big wet one on his mouth. “See if that vaccine works for you now, DUDE.” That is IF I had the the strength… they know they have a captive audience.
So I will be sitting here for days trying to outlast the fever, near my trusty computer and expect lots of emails and sympathy for the one who at least tried to stem the great influenza virus of ’09. Though I have little appetite, I love chocolates. See’s Candies are my favorites.