It’s no longer a question of staying healthy. It’s a question of finding a sickness you like. Jackie Mason (1934- )
It has already been a miserable cold and flu season here in the neighborhood, ladies and gentlemen. I have been sick three times with upper respiratory crud since I got my flu shot in October and fell and twisted my knee for added insult and major pain.
I’m currently recovering from a cute little gem my brother imported from Nebraska when he came to visit. Then his son got on an airplane in Chicago to Los Angeles to catch a connecting flight to Australia. And got sick mid-flight. This is how the flu gets around the world in three easy steps.
Well it isn’t really the flu because you aren’t in any danger of dying You just think you might. And it doesn’t last that long thank the powers that be. I only lost two days of my life to drench the sheets fever burn and violent expulsions of bodily fluids. Yesterday I had to ask my good neighbor David to take my dog, Igor out to do his duty. Today I felt well enough to do it without moaning and groaning too much.
My brother complained of terrible indigestion and cramping in his bowels but I didn’t suffer any of that. Or haven’t yet. What I noticed most was horrid fatigue but aside from cough drops and my regular NSAID pain medication augmented by Ibuprofen, I didn’t take anything for it. I really need to get some theraflu in the house. Mostly I just slept and tried to stay hydrated. Not an easy task since anything that went in wanted to make a hasty exit.
I’ll apologize in advance for my part in releasing these Nebraksa germs into Wisconsin’s bioshpere if you succumb to this.