Here’s what I hate about Christmas: Inevitably, I have kissed and talked with and hugged a few germ-laden creeps who I happen to love. I don’t hold it against them. I’ll happily be with them next Christmas when I’ve forgotten all about this little calling card they’ve left behind.
Yes, I got this year’s flu vaccine. No, I didn’t call my doctor within forty-eight hours after the body aches, running nose, flushed cheeks, crabbiness started to get a Tamiflu shot. Yes, I know! Suck it up. I’ll surely be alright even if I can’t imagine that how.
In the meantime, I hope you don’t mind if I cheat and send you over to a post chronicling the last time the flu wasted me. It’s pretty much how I am now but written further on in recovery when my brain began to flickered back on-line. It has a great recipe for a make-shift turkey soup with ingredients I unearthed from the bottom of the freezer.
Be well, dear readers! Take better care of yourself than I do.
But you didn´t kiss Santa the Clause….
Hope the flue thing is getting better
we’re following each other! Santa’s been going through some soul searching lately so I’m giving him room. And thanks! Kinds feel I might be human after all
🙂
you had me smiling and the two of the emoticons I know