Flu misery and the downward spiral
I do not get the flu.
I’ve never in my life gotten a flu shot, either. I hear other people talk about these things, usually around this time of year, but it’s generally none of my concern. Because I do not get the flu.
In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever had the flu. I feel vaguely sorry for the children and the elderly who must deal with this annual annoyance, but I don’t really care because I don’t get the flu.
Until this year.
This year, one of you out there decided to give it to me. So for the last week, I’ve had the flu and it’s been effing miserable, thank you very much.
As you’ve undoubtedly heard, this year’s version of the flu is far nastier than in past years. Emergency rooms and hospitals are full and people are dying. Those afflicted also are apparently spending far longer battling the flu this year than normal.
I didn’t end up in the hospital, thankfully. But my father did and so did my step-sister.
Still, I felt about as miserable as a normally healthy person can get.
The symptoms began with chills and sweating. Then came the headache and body aches. A cough followed that, which was so strong and frequent that my abdominal muscles became sore. Besides that, I had no energy and even less appetite. My stomach wanted food, but my mouth was having none of it. I barely ate anything for five days.
So now, apparently, I get the flu. And I’m probably going to be pressured to get a flu shot from now on, too, even though they weren’t effective against this year’s virulent menace and could possibly be a Chinese plot to destroy ’Merica.
I guess this means I’m old. I’ll probably start spending most of my time complaining about various ailments, worrying about things I can do nothing about and bemoaning “the kids these days.”
The downward spiral has begun.
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