Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Flu? Oh pooh.
Every year I forego the flu shot that my wife and my son always get. For him sure, I mean he's 3. And her, well, let's just say she's a rule follower. They say get a flu shot, she gets a flu shot. Me, never had one, never will. At least that's what I thought until 1:41 AM on Monday morning.
That was when I awoke with the knowledge that if the pain in my entire body didn't stop soon, I would rather die. Then I was on the can, off the can etc. ad nauseum. You're picking up what I'm putting down.
Seriously, I had a 24-hour bug that ripped through my soul leaving behind nothing more than tattered remnants of days gone by. Days when I didn't have the flu.
And then, at 2:23 this morning, just like Keyser Soze –
POOF! the flu was gone.
The moral of this story: Get your flu shots kiddies.
Moral #2: When that SuperFlu comes (like in Stephen King's "The Stand") we got trouble, baby. Trouble. ¶ 12:40 PM
That was when I awoke with the knowledge that if the pain in my entire body didn't stop soon, I would rather die. Then I was on the can, off the can etc. ad nauseum. You're picking up what I'm putting down.
Seriously, I had a 24-hour bug that ripped through my soul leaving behind nothing more than tattered remnants of days gone by. Days when I didn't have the flu.
And then, at 2:23 this morning, just like Keyser Soze –
POOF! the flu was gone.
The moral of this story: Get your flu shots kiddies.
Moral #2: When that SuperFlu comes (like in Stephen King's "The Stand") we got trouble, baby. Trouble. ¶ 12:40 PM
