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.